Line 29 Beach Blvd North
I was watching you from behind the anonymity of my mirrored shades, my head strategically turned so it didn’t appear
straight forward towards you. Sometimes my glasses make people nervous thinking I’m staring at them, when I’m looking past
them. I didn’t want to make you nervous or uncomfortable. I just wanted to look at your beautiful face for a few moments.
A distraction from the ugliness of the city forever looming over me, daring me to see something other than the misery that
permeates my vision day to day. I was wondering what your voice sounds like. I bet it is soft and gently spills forth like a
song, I thought to myself. That’s when you looked up and smiled. And what a smile it was. It’s beauty infusing light and life
to the drab interior of this bus. I had to go to you to say thank you for this gift you had bestowed upon me, unexpected but
received with joy and a new quickness to my heartbeat. But it was my stop. I got off, and got my bike from the rack. I
watched the bus pull away, looking within it’s lit interior to see if you would look up and make eye contact. Maybe some
other time.