The Bus is Full

headlights cut through the black curtain of evening

the bus approaches the bus stop

a dozen stranded faces light up

one or two hold out an outstretched hand

alerting the driver that they are in need of a piggyback

the bus does not slow down

the bus does not move closer to the pavement

the previously beaming faces now turn to horror

the bus is not going to stop for them

the bus is full

I’m already on the bus

I’m already on my way home

maybe you’ll have more fortune in the next life