Poem Number 161 - Consistently Writing - 1/9/1986

While traveling to and from work,

You see different faces in or outside your bus.

Strangers they are to you,

But how friendly do they seem?

Beautiful faces of women,

Lipsticked and powdered make-up.

They’re brushed so shiny and straight,

Their blouses and dresses showing off their femininity.

Men with open neck shirts and coats,

Men with entrepreneurial suits,

Men with sunglasses and brief cases,

With different ties, showing off their masculinity.

Some women will show off their golden diamond rings,

Some women will show off their thin untouched legs,

Some women will show off part of their chest,

Using body language, to show whose the best.

Most of the men wear gray-black suits,

An odd old man will be seen with his “thirties chapeaux”,

An odd young man will be wearing a suit of worn-off jeans,

With a haircut, so clean it so distinct as it is cut short.

Amongst these men and women on the bus,

Are the journals of newspapers; advertising daily headlines.

With literature of all sorts: from women’s magazines to love stories,

To one person, me! Whom I can see, is the only person consistently writing!