Walking Along the Avenue

I stood at a bus stop the other day,

And noticed her expression

Angry, sullen, detached

Waiting

I imagined how anyone could be

So incredulous, so annoyed

Beauty removed ugly

Remain

I wondered if anyone could be

Angry enough to stand

Corner stones, pedestrian

Anguish

I thought of you the night at home

And imagined your pain

Stolid, aloof tired

Anxious

The bus came and the angry express

Stepped forward as if to say

Stand with me for hours

Settled