Waiting for my Everett Para transit bus.
While waiting and watching for Everett's Para transit bus,
a friend sat down next to me, glad I was reading a book of poetry.
"I am waiting for my ride," said I.
"You don't have to tell me your life's story."
"You are so right, I don't have to."
I apparently had the last word in our brief
conversation. I let him see, I was
going to continue reading my little book of famous classical poetry.
I glanced and smiled at him.
He glanced and smiled at me.
Not one word was said.
He got up and walked away.
I did not tell, "I will see you later."
Most likely I will see my friend again.
And then I will not tell him I am waiting for a
ride. You can see why should I
even bore him? He doesn't need
to ever know, my boring life's story.
Love as always!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
aka: Roxy 54/ October Country
