Transit Authority #081

A midday drunk was not killed after re-upping his brown bag, and a few minutes later a minivan turning right from the left lane was not t-boned by a bus.

Transit Authority #073

A woman ran to catch up with the winter-time bus, and she did finally before the stoplight changed. Once seated she took off her jacket. A little while later she took off her sweater, until she was down to a t-shirt in October. She tied her hair up. She packed her layers one-by-one into a plastic bag, set on the seat next to her.

Transit Authority #072

By night, a woman with a duckling sweater and a man in a floppy felt hat, lovers. In the moment, they switched hats but nothing, not really anything changed at all.

Transit Authority #066

A man leaning forward on the seat,

digital watch,

rubbing his face,
scratching his beard,
leaning forward on the seat,
holding the headrest,

digital watch,

cocks his ear,
shrugs his left shoulder,
giggle,
scratches his ear,
leans forward on the seat,

digital watch,

scratches his ear,
scratches his scalp,
scratches his ear,
gets a neighbor,
folds his arms,
scratches his eyebrows,
sniffles,
scratches his sideburn,
hands on the headrest,

digital watch,

nods his head,
pulls the window rope,
rubber band,
burned thumb.

Transit Authority #065

A woman breaks through the silence of a night ride, yelling out "Ashland!' and giving the window-rope a tug. She stands up, makes her way to the back door and as she's passing gives me a look like she was waiting for me to hit the brakes, and I'd better get on with it.