Public Transport

the fading sunset

.. stancia
ma’am … Estancia .
.. ma’ … we both fit inside

cooling pizza pressed to knees
my head cracks the thin metal roof
and the rider (his knees pointing upward)

sweep the metal handles connected to the brakes
he makes room for two more (side saddled and awkward)
gripping plastic bags filled with water kettles or fruit or T-shirts

or laundry soap or …

the sunset streaking away behind

© 2018 Melinda J. Irvine

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