Right, so once more I find myself in a position where I would rather post something old(er) than what the last two night's toil has yielded--I'm actually happy with the last two night's toil (though I am uncertain as to whether or not writing one story over two days breaks my own self-imposed "one creative thing a day" schedule or not), but in the interest of keeping this one short, I'm going to just post a simple poem to end the bus-themed stuff that seems to have briefly reigned over the site.
I can't promise there won't be more, of course; bus rides are a large part of my weekly routine, and more complaints/ideas may yet be had from them. We'll see.
Bus Seating
You sit over here,
I sit over here,
And if we're very lucky,
Nobody will sit in between us.
Perhaps I will put my bag down,
Just to make sure that we remain
Comfortably separated.
I'd hate to have to
Make conversation, after all.
