Wednesday, August 10, 2011

I wonder who

in the bus, he sits right there
his eyes on me as I take a ticket
watch me tuck my bag on my shoulder
the color of my wallet, his eyes
follow me to the ladies seat
he notices my mud stained sneakers
and my bruised knees, muddy socks
as I tuck my hair behind my ear
he doesn't miss a thing ever
he looks at the book I read
and as he looks I wonder who
am I in the eyes of a stranger