At the bus stop 12/13

The conscientious smoker stands far off, hovering near the fire hydrant, chatting with two friends. On the bench sits the back pack of the tan hooded lurker, hunched and brooding. A health worker, wearing scrubs and an imposing stature, stands on the other side of the flower bed, while a boy in shorts, flip flops, and a beanie reaches for his cell phone. As the coach waits for the light to change, two more rider approach. Within seconds, we are off on another day.

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