We waited for the bus that took us
To the far off coconut trees in blue.
Uncle would come with his elbows
On the open bus windows, his hair
Aloft on the speedy wind of the bus.
On the front seat he seemed boss.
Uncle was boss with all possibilities.
Beyond the green of coconut trees
Were hills that held all possibilities
Of bears descending nightly to eat
Sugar cane crop ripe for harvesting.
Bears loved sugarcane in the plains.
Farmers sleeping under new moon
Did not love bears in thin moonlight.
Bus shelter stood with holes of eyes
Open to a sky that held possibilities
Of rows of stars on moonless nights.
The shelter did not care for bus dust
Coming from the horizon on a wind.
Right , the bus conductor would say
Glamorously, his leather square bag
Hanging loosely with ticket moneys.