Alligator Cracking
We hit a pothole, somewhere near Forbes and Murray
A jostle, without warning, throws me into you.
Your arm catches my uncertainty;
Your eyes grasp my glance, steady into gaze.
But the bus stops, a designated
Predetermined location, the line yanked;
Nudge your way, wading through a crowd,
But the trance unbroken, unremitting.
While you stumble out, I tighten my grip,
Hang onto the metal pole. More shaken than Before—
Having plummeted farther than the Ceiling to
Floor.
