The familiar green bus

hissed and puffed its way

over to the stop

where I had been waiting

for the last half hour

in the warm morning rain.

My clothes, conform to my body’s

thirty-something-form,

hid nothing from the driver,

as I flashed my bus pass,

nonchalantly,

then took a dry seat

near the back of the bus,

ready for the long ride

that has been wearing

on my mind,

ever since I posted bail

six months ago.

 

 

Stephanie Hiteshew resides in Ellicott City, Maryland. She still uses paper and pen to write with.