Woman At a Stop
Woman at a stop.
She stood at the stop
Cracking knees, stooping shoulders
Mothball odors
Medicine pores,
Disparate thoughts, waves of empty,
Numb buzzing nothingness
Imbibing vibrations of motorists,
Whirring, whizzing by
Crumpled yellow sere sheaves blow
By the venous sheer skin, her feet
Swollen out of her shoes
She waits,
For the bus.
Copyright © Toni Orban | Year Posted 2016
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