Bus Stops 93

If I were a tall thin girl
I would wear black stockings
shortened skirts and flat
soled mocassin shod feet.
I'd grow my hair beyond
a shoulder length and
iron it flat to draw
attentive passing glances
from old men who'd wish
that they were me.
I'd stand and yawn
at bus stops tiredly unaware
of passion's eyes in business
suited office males with hardly
any coffee stains at all
upon their ties.
I'd kiss in queues quite
unashamedly not wishing
to engage in mass political debate
my skirt just titillating those
who only stand in line
and wait.