sitting
watching out my passenger window
the green-gray storm cloud approaches
blanketing me from blue sky
it is hot, sweltering
sweat pours out of my pores in scores
the ragged shoes on my feet
are too tight
they bite
with holes for my toes to see daylight
or rain
a gray bird flutters by the window
to give a brief yet beautiful bellow
a fleeting hello
and as a passer by the bird passes by
to be seen for only a second
but never a second glance
that i had some place to be
as quick as that bird
yet no place is where i find myself
just sitting
watching out my passenger window
the green-gray storm cloud motions
the percussion section