An old man sat slumped
on the bus stop bench
as the snow drifted
silently around him.
He waited for the familiar
screech and hiss
that would soon come
to take him home.
An old sac rolled like
tumbleweed by his resting spot,
resting atop the flakes
on the freezing ground.
It sat there and breathed
the winter wind
drawing in the sounds
of a cold winter day.
An old street light
flickered in the distance
pushing the dripping
daylight away.
Its spotlight grazed
the boots of an under-clad
young woman, shuffling
to meet the coming bus.
The old man, with a memory
of childhood days,
stuck out his tongue
to taste the falling snow.
The woman, with a memory
of leering creeps,
startled at the old
man’s gesture.
The bus pulled up,
with its halt and hiss,
waited for the young
and old to board.
The two polarized
Minds sat afar
from each other,
all the long way home.