Kneeling Bus
A sign
By the door reads
Kneeling Bus.
I like that
This bus kneels
At the dirty curbs
And flooded gutters
Of world cities,
On hard concrete,
In snow and ice
And trash and sewage.
There was a time
I’d get on any bus
That stopped for me,
But to just
Stop just
Isn’t enough
Anymore.
If I’m going
To get on a bus
I want it to kneel,
Not for me
But for us.