Woman Waiting For the Dublin Bus

Woman Waiting For The Dublin Bus waiting for the Dublin bus lonely traveller on the village bench with alabaster legs in lazy form and she, occasionally furious before brushing invisible nuisance from soft aching knees the traveller will look down the quiet street, where asphalt and anxiety gather where ambivalent wind passes by before chicaning around a beech tree there, where paper bags dance on invisible string. she watches a dog ticking brightly along, kissing the road as if in servitude as some mother searches for her child and all before a bus comes to take her quietly away