watched Elaine
get on the bus
with her mouthy sister
and others.
I looked at her
as she came up the aisle shyly.
We looked at each other
I smiled and she smiled
then went into the window seat
with her sister.
Her sister yakked
to nearby friends.
I looked out the window
at the passing scenery
wondering if she
was looking my way.
I press my lips together
pretending I was kissing her again
as I had that Sunday.
It was a brief kiss
a sort of stolen kiss
while her mother
was out of the room.
I sensed her body
next to mine
soft and warm.
The radio on the school bus
was playing some pop song
about love.
Shall I look over at her?
I looked at the passing fields
trees and cattle.
I wanted
to kiss her again
but longer.
Her sister
laughed loudly.
I stared hard
at the far off hills.
The sky looked
cloudy and grey
rain maybe.
I looked over at her
and she smiled
and I smiled.
I looked away
and my insides
buzzed wild.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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