folded hands and tapping feet
a quick glance sideways- where is it?
waiting and bored
watching the sun creep by
and the shadows dance on his jeans
something to do-
he takes a pencil and
now there are girls and cars
posing and racing on the bench
he smiles and adds Batman
the bus has come
it covers him in shadow- then
it growls and screams
crawls away and he is gone
the concrete is empty now and
my distraction disappeared
so I turn back through the blinds
in class again and bored
watching the sun creep by
and the shadows lay on my desk
something to do-
I take a pencil and
now there's a boy and a bus stop
bored and waiting on the bench
I smile and draw BusStopBoy
in words and paint a picture
in lead and language.
