The Bus Stop

they sit and wait for the bus
every afternoon after having
coffee downtown at the Dunkin’
Donuts, the one with that nice
man at the counter who gives
them free refills.
black, white and pink,
and I don’t mean pink gay,
I mean pink, dressed like a
flamingo out to catch a
new man, a feather headdress
two feet high, and those shoes,
my, those shoes meant for
strutting.
she’s not talking so much
to the others, keeping her
eye out for action.
the others
chat amiably, a little drowsy
after their decaf and donuts.

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