At the Bus Stop

A bus with yellow doors and red decals saying ‘city route’ will stop for me, but I’ll have to say ‘sorry’ with cute round eyes because I’m busy looking around, at the supermarket with its green roof and the full-to-the-brim parking lots, the run-down bookshop with the friendly owner who wears a pink vintage dress every day, the shop in the corner that sells lawnmowers even in snowing winters, the two craft shops that are up before the sun, the city I’ll be calling home.