August 20, 2018
The bus would be late
and that wasn’t so great,
and that could have meant humiliation.
But ‘twas good to see that view
which for him was new
of the downtown side of the tracks,
and stare at the buildings’ backs.
It would be a long ride, over seven hours,
and he stewed and fretted
for he had been vetted.
Now how to explain this lateness, this bane, that he neither foresaw nor abetted?
Best to make a call
to hopefully forestall
any fears of his friend
at the other end
of this journey so long
Could he be strong