I sit upon a crowded bus
It’s wet – umbrellas poke at us;
While others hang on tight and frown
Today - Thank God! - I can sit down.
The man beside me reads a book
In French (because I had a look):
His novel keeps his mind alight
His battered briefcase out of sight…
Both of us soon quite engaged
At devouring each new page!
This art form brings us daily joy;
Why let stress our lives destroy?
But many, in love with SMART phone,
Cannot leave the thing alone!
Rain and roadworks slow our pace
I look up, with wry smile on face!
As he who shares a seat with me
Is quite content to let things be
Completely lost in his good read
His trip, like mine, blissful indeed!
(c) Poet in the woods 2024
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