The 262

─ ⋯ ─ ⋯ ─ 🚌 ─ ⋯ ─ ⋯ ─ the autumn sun is working overtime warming the concrete before it goes down i'm sitting, waiting on the 262 counting heads just to pass the time man in gray, head down... 33 woman with a little dog... 34 that's 35, 36, 37... and then the buses start to roll in. the tires hiss against the asphalt first comes the 207, then the 307 there's another one behind them too far back for me to see but it won't be the 262 so i keep on counting wait. what number was I on? ─ ⋯ ─ ⋯ ─ 🚌 ─ ⋯ ─ ⋯ ─ a girl rides by on a youbike... 55 three middle school kids messing around... 56, 57, 58... no, there's one more behind... 59 the bus is already ten minutes late now i'm counting animals, too a dog... 60, a pigeon... 61 and then the buses start to roll in. the tires hiss against the asphalt first comes the 185, then the 905 there's another one behind them too far back for me to see but it won't be the 262 so i keep on counting wait. that's the 262. oh.. no.. that's the 262. ─ ⋯ ─ ⋯ ─ 🚌 ─ ⋯ ─ ⋯ ─ so i keep on waiting... just another minute... just another count... 62. 63... wait! did i count myself? alright! back to one. ─ ⋯ ─ ⋯ ─ 🚌 ─ ⋯ ─ ⋯ ─