Calligraphy
A skin carried bones on the bus tonight
a garment layered, checkered was she
a skeletal arm drank a can of coke tonight
a flowing river trembled in veins to a lost sea
a set of drowning eyes climbed on board tonight
a face was missing frowns where her lips chased clouds
a shaking pair of legs stumbled for a seat tonight
a floating tale of ninety years or so was her destiny
a woman lost was on her way to nowhere tonight
a story of a trapped heron is what I see