A girl on a bus stop bench cries and kicks her legs outward
and connects with several city transit underwriters.
The marvel is that no one offered comfort or solace.
Not even a candy bribe for the girl to desist.
If only it were a literary enterprise and not real life
with minds churning through business calculations
to leapfrog hours to lunch at an oyster bar
or the drudgery of strip club cleaning before hours.
No one thinks of a miracle or invokes God
at least not in a positive manner.
With the arrival of the bus
the girl ceases her tears and kicking.
She believes her tantrum caused it to arrive all the quicker
when actually it was exactly on time.
copyright © 2021 Kenneth P. Gurney