Nightbus

Two halos breach frozen rain With the lethargy of a sloth The caterpillar of hope creeping towards us Casts away muddy slush with disdain It stops, it waits, we board it: Shivering clamor of teeth and brakes We pass banter softly through icicle tongues Or sit alone if we can We are the cold children awaiting dawn To whom the Nightbus gives refuge It stops, it waits, more board it: Reticently drifting homewards