why does he?
there is a seat always there
right in front of the garage
every morning i leave my house
i see him
his eyes are clear and translucent
but i still cannot read him or his blank expression
he watches us as we board the bus
when we get off after school
he's still there
why does he stay there?
well, does he?
what does he think?
what compells him to sit there
for hours on end
staring into space?
i do not wait to ask him

the characters on screen are mobile
their actions are quick
faster sometimes than my hands can react to
out my window, a flash shines through
a crack accompanies the sight
but i do not think to look out the window
the noises are intermingled
with the ones from my TV
they're all the same

the next day, the man still sits there
in that wretched throne of his
he still stares forward, gazing at all of us
his expression stays blank, immobile
nobody else notices anything else wrong
i didn't either
the bus rumbles under me
and we all see it now