Bus Tales - the blue line train

Blue line train
Lake street
Climbed the steps as a train passes

Enclosed old rusty bench
Hauntingly beckons to me
With a stringy voice

Sit down for a moment

With 10 minutes to wait
I pass up the offer and move on down

A teenage girl
And an empty bench

I look at her
Distress
Swarms her body
She has a distant look
In her eyes

Looking far away
At trouble so near to her

The wind picks up
My long blue beaded earrings
Remind me

I slide over a bench and sit beside her

And say "You look like you are having a tough day"

I open my hand and show her my beaded earrings.
Several pairs and offer her one.

She refuses

And thanks me

The pain in her face eases

And she thanks me again