BUS RIDE

by Marc Carver

The man who sits in front of me
stares at his mobile phone
so closely
it seems
as if he is being sucked into it.

The bus driver
gets out of the bus
and adjusts his wing mirror
5 minutes later
he gets out and puts it back.

People get on the bus
look at me
and sit somewhere else.

I see a house
a big house
it says in numbers
one and a half.

We pass
the home of cricket.
We keep going
the bus driver
giving us
a tourof where
the rich people live.

I could
ride up and down on this bus every day
and see a different picture.