My inner conversations seem to be much louder these days. As my thoughts catch buses alone. Down slick dark roads, where nobody’s lives, and nobody knows where we’re going not even me.
It’s d 9:19 as turn in. There’s lady pushing a deflated wheel. On the rim, she’s been riding like that for two days. I know it’s none of my business but why.
Why ride the rim?
Flapping consoling what is
slowing down traffic,
hazardous flashes glare.
On her way to work, I guess by any means
Meanwhile, I caught bus 23. Standing shoulder to shoulder an older woman whooped me with her cane. I moaned, for a little while. Got off at the next stop said for all that I could walk the rest of the way.
I’d already picked up speed. Before I knew it, I was running trying to catch the next bus before my thoughts got out ahead of me. ~your Kindness sister Krissy Mosley