At the Bus Stop

The heat slid from the trees into the glassy shade of the bus stop.

Walkers slowed their pace

A cyclist rode into the summer.

Heavy trucks, cars and pickups rumbled into the city centre

The hiss and squeal of the #3

signaled the arrival of air-conditioning.

“Write in different places - for example, 

in a laundromat, and pick up on the rhythm 

of the washing machine. Write at bus stops, in cafés. 

Write what is going on around you.”

~ Natalie Goldberg, Writing Down the Bones: Feeing the Writer Within