DAN
GARCIA-BLACK
Wonders
Ready for
some serious drinking,
I board
the metro bus 180
from an
early happy hour restaurant/bar
to my fave
late happy-hour, hipster-free dive.
Fare paid,
I turn to find a seat
where I
see an older woman about my age
sitting in
front reaching into a bag at her feet.
Bending
down she is showing a lovely décolletage.
Captivated,
I am mesmerized.
She looks
up and I am caught staring.
Awkward.
After an
uncomfortable trip avoiding her gaze,
I
inebriatedly try to apologize.
I get up
for my stop and say
that
seeing her on this bus
has proven
to me
that the
wonders of the world
may be
getting older
but they,
certainly, have not fallen to ruins.
I
disembark and turn back to wave goodbye.
She looks
at me and gives me the finger.
(Upon
Reflection)
I guess that's no wonder after all.
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