Poem: Daydreaming on the Bus

A glance turns into life
Under an autumn leaf of thought

I sit on the second seat from the back of the bus
Sipping on earth’s energy
For I know today’s lecture is becoming of an A

But her look turns focus into
A day dream; I imagine

Her left arm aches from the pains
Of late night arguments with her journal;
They torture her relationships into resolve

She creates poetry in her dress
And undresses me with her lap laden with readings

She carries hope in her back pocket and
Charisma in her speech;
We spend the night together talking

After a rainy afternoon of indoor adventures
I tell her she is beautiful

She has heard such talk many a time by suitors of all
Intentions, but never actually heard it;
I repeat, “you are beautiful”

I argue for the sake of principle
But realize that it is for not; I am in love

Looking at my wife under the bus' ceiling of chance,
I come to and venture a glance of my own,
Hoping to start a fairytale if only for the right word

I manage a hesitant bout of silence
And go to class. Not even Hello.

Maybe next time?