Sketch #529
On the bus ride down to the city
We had a seat for two
A woman with a dress for two
Made her way to the man who gave her both
Another shopped for wedding rings
In the seat northwest of my eyes
6 inches apart
Years closer
The rain drowned our troubles like cement shoes
She looked out the window
Intently hearing the words of sunlight
Gently whispered over power lines
Penless and gutless I wrote it all down in a transferable fashion
Digital mediums
A book of sketches rested on my leg
The last time
It began the end of innocence
I pulled into the station and the sun was setting
