I watched him

passing by,

a figure in the street,

a personality,

silence is resolute,

his posture apparent,

resolve clearly unknown

though imagined,

a stillness

suggestive of peace,

or perhaps concern

from a distance

it is always difficult to know

what passes in the mind

of a person,

an individual

a figure to be recognized

in the middle of the afternoon,

a pause in their day,

a city bus,

enough to reflect

quiet observation,

the beauty of

our own imagination

makes allowance

a tidy history

gives credence

to a wonderful

persona, a personality

we can appreciate

city bus.