The Bus Stop
He woke up early that day; ‘twas still dark
Not knowing, ‘twill start a chain of events
That will alter his life; and light a spark—
Opening a flood of thrill-filled moments!
At the bus stop to school, long he waited
On a cold winter morning years ago
He’s fretful; just a bit agitated
A test that day; he’s hoping it would snow!
And the bus was late; he swore in silence
On a bench, he held a lit cigarette,
Reviewing what he learned, focus intense!
Suddenly, he saw what he’ll ne’er forget!
Through cigarette smoke and the morning mist
He saw a face, difficult to resist!
Her black wavy hair’s down to her shoulder
‘Twas her expressive eyes, an upturned nose;
And her full red lips; that drew him to her!
Her pleasant features, the outfit she chose...
He’s mesmerized, the day’s test forgotten
Worries and problems of no consequence
He must meet her; lest regrets be often
Or his life in future will make no sense!
Serendipity! The stars are aligned -
She glanced his direction; their eyes locked in
A smile, a more pleasant sight, none can find
A blush, a surge of happiness within!
From then on, he made sure the bus to catch
For in his heart he knew, he’d met his match!
07-06-2016
© Vic Evora
Written middle of last year. A pair of English sonnets to recall memories from so long ago! The snow is a stretch of course, it never snowed where I spent my youthful years.
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