running late for the bus
running and missing it
but not missing this sun-
light so delicate. i love
how it hangs there like
crepe paper half-heartedly
hung for a party we're too
tired to clean up for.
i waited inside this
clear plastic can, empty of
everything but the traces
of its function. of course,
the next bus was late as we
maintained our proper
spacing on this
glowing court.
someone who was there
wanted you to know.
someone who was there
will never know.
and someone who was there
had all the time in the world
to catch the light.
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