Bus Stop

Cars and trucks dodged
Skillfully through the snowsnap,
leaving jagged trails behind.
Randy & Ryan &
I waited on the corner
Sometimes retreating to Randy's garage,
catching what warmth we could.
In time, we migrated
T one bus stop,
then another.
Wrist watching for 8:15, hoping for a snow-day.

A tired and cold trip home,
never too much to launch snowballs
from behind trucks and cars.
In crystal white crossfire,
Until fingers grew numb.
Socks and boots and pants hung in the dryer room
Game shows and re-runs,
and video games. Waiting
For parents to come home.