Constellate

After Work

Rose Henbest

The bus driver was named Bob and said

“hurry” before “hi” as I trampled through salted snow

and other people’s footprints in a red balloon jacket.

I offered what was left of my smile.

 

The bus driver was named Bob and said

nothing to the lady who coughed like a fox – quiet,

quiet, then a bark that wakes you up to check

if everything is where you left it. I covered my mouth.

 

The bus driver was named Bob and said

“b’bye” when I said “bye” and disembarked,

walked home under a tangerine sky. Indifferently

he went on break, dripped mayo on his shirt.

 

The bus driver was named Bob and said

“yes” into his radio, ended his break. Resumed helping

people get home after work. Liked his job but

begrudged missing Jeopardy, hearing his wife’s guesses.

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