The Rain Puddles a Bus

The rain puddles a bus,
"pull to signal"
and the enormous weight that drowns
my intimidated self
coincides with breathing
of my next seat neighbor.
like blurry lights
while out of focus...

this sounds of exhaust churning,
this smells like a special transport of cigarette smoke filled lungs.
and the over precaution of the time we lose...
just sitting here

here i am, with my twisted self reliance...