A Bus With One-Two-Three

A moment I have three
With three others I await
One goes with two but looks at three
Two frustrated with one
Three down with none
A cigarette partakes a song
Blowing forlong through red lipstick
Letters with green and yellow passing by
Child with flowers passing by
Rose with child passing by
Bespeckled dawn approaches
Approaches from dawn to sing a song
Creaking open two worn doors
Doors open for one-two-three
Doors closing before the sun

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

Waiting for the bus before the sun even rises in Canada is the worse. I hear you. Loved the rhythm of this piece and the bit about the cigarette was amazing.

[Mr.Boffin]

you got it exactly!! originally I put the word "bus" in there three times but decided to get ride of it...wasn't sure if the story so to speak would be clear so I added it to the title....you got it exactly right though!