Lori Yates: Blog

I looked up
from my stupor
I looked up and looked at him
he looked at me and looked away
The weak dripping egg light of February
bleeding down the bus window
"what the hell" I thought
"what the hell" he must have thought
I blinked and in doing so
blinked him away
Was he really there?
did I really see
him?
His gray eyes getting grayer as they
flashed off the hubcaps & mirrors
This beast of hair, muscle and stealth
was lost
far
from the pine and dirt
coyote in a cloverleaf
He said "I'm lost"
"I know, I'm lost too" I said.