On the hill at the
city limits
He waits for his bus
Perched at the edge of his park bench
Watching the start of evening rush hour
Long strings of blinking red lights
Wind through the streets below
As the tall buildings above them
Disrobe their shadows
In his tightly fisted left hand there is
an envelope, folded in half
It holds a handwritten letter:
Read twice, Crumbled once
On the hill at the
city limits
He waits for his bus
Perched at the edge of the day’s conclusion
Watching the city grow dark