Poem. Green.

hair in my eyes
making them water
waiting for a bus
and a text of confirmation
cars glide past
i have my back to them
waiting at the bus
what little shelter this provides
 
small red spider crawls on my jacket lapel
i brush it off.

kate © 

Published Tuck Magazine 2017

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