Waiting Poem by Rich Harney

the ballerina
sat on the
sidewalk
shoes not
wearing
staring, waiting
for the bus
or some other late
event the grackles
were waiting
too, some kiss
was on her
left cheek
with to much
sticky wet
lipstick,
her cigarette (the
bird was annoyed)
as it wigged on her
sandwich
(wanted some) .
The kiss
that pimple faced boy
or girl or trans,
or whatever
leathered down
on the sidewalk beside
her tidy white gown
and loved her from
next week, along
comes the bus…