Waiting For the Bus

While waiting for the bus, a woman Started to converse. She sensed I wasn't in the mood But then, what made it worse Was when she mentioned that she came From having radiation. I couldn't just ignore her, having That as information. We both wore baseball caps, but then She pulled hers off to show Me that the little hair upon her head Had started, now, to grow. Our conversation on the bus Touched down on this and that - The neighborhood, the weather, food; We had a pleasant chat. A tidbit we discovered was Our ages were the same. Her stop came first - we said goodbye With no exchange of name.