LINCOLN JAQUES
The Last Stop The bus driver sits alone the albatross of the streets the routes he travels like small creases in oceans he stops when people wave like Maneki Neko cats on counters giving him good fortune red lights blaze reflect real cats’ eyes hidden in the shadows at a bus stop a couple walk by arms linked in sottobraccio the bus driver thinks of the woman he once loved the son he gave away wishes he could see them on these darkened streets maybe one day he will.
© Lincoln Jaques 2021 December Volume Two POETRY & WRITING © liveencounters.net
