I sat on a busbehind a beautiful man and his beautiful woman on a balmy night more beautiful even than all of us together (And this was a beautiful man.)
I sat with my head and my heart and my belly filled with the various wonders of the day, random and planned, buttered and plain, lovely and odd.
And I sat in my seat (with my book in my lap for camouflage) beside one young man speaking French to another
And I sat across the aisle from a girl who sang like a bird
And I sat a few rows up from a baby who cried like a baby
And we all sat like that, me and my book and these people and their music for a good twenty blocks
A very good twenty blocks
And I thought that my heart and my head and my belly were as full as could be with love and joy and music
Until I got off of the bus and I thought about how I would share it with you.