pale face

sitting on a hard cushion,

looking at a rip,

with the yellow sponge,

poking through

the stained green bench

listening to others talk,

daydreaming in my head,

looking ahead

seeing rain slide down the window 

and a smile slide

 across on my face

all is gone with a quick swish 

of the steely gray wipers

once again 

gray fogs my vision 

and my smile 

e.s.