Ode to Bus Shelter Ramblings
On the corner of cracked sidewalks and sticky gum,
a backpack flew like roadkill across double yellow lines.
#2 twigs flew with crumpled up birds,
children that willed to live again by tall trees.
Folders followed, those that touched clouds
on winged step by step.
Scuffed hat and frayed gloves
spread open, tossed
a wish and YOLO into the greater blue
for a second.
All this, and more, if I took your
scratched lazily in metallic post,