Bus Ride

 She skips towards the bus,

Looking back she gifts me a smile and a small wave before turning towards the open door again.

Her feet climb lightly up the steps and the clear folding door slides across behind her.

Through the dark windows her silhouette bobs up and down as she walks to her seat.

But before the bus pulls away she turns one more time towards me, 

her outline familiar among so many children.

I lift my hand, and wave.