Bus Stop

I know what it means to you when you hear, "do you smoke?"
Suddenly one who you thought was so different from you comes near
You with your plaid shirt, and perfectly holed Jeans
A middle-aged hispanic woman
A pierced, mohawked anarchist
Mullet with a cane
old man
Are suddenly your cosmic companions
On a journey to a peacefull nowhere

You smoke each other out.
It feels like the kingdom...
Peace. Tolerance feels like love
codependence feels like compassion
A common high feels like real connection

You would have more in common
with the people at the bus stop
of colfax and downing