Bus Stop

sitting on my trellised
ivy covered deck
each morning
reading my paper
and sipping coffee
within view
of the bus stop
around 7:45 the local bus
would pull up screeching brakes
and the hiss they make
when they open the door
out stepped this lovely lady
always dressed in an
attractive dress and heels
she worked in the
law office a block away
I don't know what she did
maybe she was a lawyer
or maybe a secretary
or even a receptionist
but she always
had this smile on her face
and a bounce in her step
I looked forward to seeing her
she noticed me one morning
and paused smiling
as if to say
I know you watch me every day
I blushed a little
I knew she couldn't see me very well
so she had no idea
what I looked like
but every day after that morning
as she stepped off the bus
she would glance my way
smile my direction
and sometimes
give a small gesture
it was so kind of her
to put a smile
on this old mans face
it has been 10 years now
she has bloomed
into an even more
beautiful mature woman
I have gotten older
and my early morning
to sit on my deck
is the only thing
I look forward to these days
to see her glance
my direction and smile
we have never spoken
her smile says everything
I want to hear
I love that bus stop

Gomer LePoet