Wednesday, April 28, 2010

4:45pm on a Crowded Bus

His hands are dancing in the air,
A joyous smile on his face
He sits, oblivious to the sullen faces,
With those fingers fluttering over his head
The wonder of the moment on his childlike features.
I step outside into the cold rain
that same
joyous smile on my face.



Rod and Bec said...

Well done.
I like it a lot.

Marian said...

Elicits emotion. Love it.

John den Boer said...

Thank you all kindly.

The man I saw kind of wrote it for me :)

Who deh?