Chitter-Chatter
Location
Freezing
Hanging in plain sight
The corners are quiet
When is the bus going to come?
Standing, I am not alone
Never truly have been
Chitter chatter as we wait
“Why is the bus so late?”
We always question
But then they all turn
Looking back at me
I try to dispel rumors
But who am I kidding?
Definitely not me
As I grow weaker in the knees
Finally, we all see it
A faint glimmer of bright
Rounding the corner to our delight
Now the bus is here
And no one previous is near
Except now everyone can hear...