Dec 13

The Bus Ride Home From A Game

Stunted laughter
followed by the hissing sound of shushing
Gentle swerves
swaying bodies framed by red reflections
conversations break out 
cutting through the quiet droning do the music
flashes of blue light light up faces
posing with Ls on their foreheads
or Ws made of dirty fingers
no care
for whether they should be sad or happy
the same
hum of the engine rumbles beneath us
I wish
bus rides like this lasted forever