on the bus
1 stop
2 stop
an older woman
she and her grandchildren sit around me
the girl, about eight, beside me
i notice our exact same hair colour,
the very same pale skin,
i feel weird for noticing,
she turns her face towards the window,
i notice we have the same eyes, greenish,
central heterochromia,
with a dot in her left eye,
a freckle swimming in the swampy shade,
mine’s in my right,
i feel weird for noticing,
1 stop
2 stop,
my stop
hours later,
back on the bus,
crowded and busy,
change seats halfway to face forward,
1 stop
2 stop,
someone sits abruptly beside me,
like they have run to it,
i look over,
face to face with the same kid.
1 stop
2 stop,
my stop
