Bus Home

Red signs, yellow lights, reflecting in the wet pavement.
Everybody was in doorways, beneath roofs, trying to stay dry til the bus comes.

When it does, I sit towards the back, and pull a book from my pack to read. First though I gaze out of the window, watching the people til we leave downtown.

Once a lady got on and sat next to me. I usually am quiet, never having gotten over being shy, but I talked to her.

Our conversation got around to pets, and she told me she had a border collie. I listened to her describe her dog and how much enjoyment and love it brought to her life.

I told her about my border collies, and the dream trip me and them had planned
to the Alp Lake Valley in Montana.

She cared about animals, which makes her a good person in my eyes.

Mine are waiting for me at home. I bet they listen for the bus about this time of day, and their hearts quicken when they hear me unlock the door. They are wagging tails and smiling border faces as I let them in the house through the downstairs door. I tell Ben to sing and he howls and barks as I walk up stairs.