Here sat a giant,
a breathing oak of sinew and sweat.
His gnarled shoulders loomed overhead,
but his gaze drooped and dragged
along the grimy floor of
City Bus 35.
Here sat a vagabond,
a drooping willow of spite and sorrow.
His once-cracked back dragged his head to the floor,
but through gritted teeth,
he pulled his eyes up toward
the asphalt jungle ahead.
Here sat a man,
a rising pine amidst urban tundra.
His legs rooted firmly to the cold grimy floor,
gnarled shoulders stretching with sinewed arms,
straightening his once-cracked back.
With weathered eyes, he
examined the jungle, and