Bus Riding Girl

Beauty sits across from me endeavored to watch the world.
I see the mind through the eyes as life is watched.
Wondering what thoughts are crossing through unfurled.
She watches the sky sitting with words now researched.
It is across the calmness she strikes reading away.
Her flowing hair caressing her leather warmed profile.
Staying atune in observation and reservation today.
She partakes upon a relaxed sip, innocent in an unworn smile.

I wrote this a few years ago, almost poetically. Figured I’d post it.