Bundled up, with mid-day temperatures
in the mid-teens, I waited for the bus.
This stop is a couple miles from home, a distance
I usually walk, but I'm not a fan of the cold
so take the bus it is.
The stop is just a few feet from a planter
full of dried flowers and around the corner
from "Mean Maxine's," a shop specializing
in costumes and footwear for "exotic" dancers.
Until a few years ago, the costumes were
displayed in the store window, their bright
colors and sequins a brazen contrast
to the otherwise modest appearance
of this neighborhood.