Elucidating Questions

My bus driver seems to know all the secrets my smile should have.

The same routes again and again I end up with the same people

She always tilts her head like she knows my smile isn’t there

And says hello, or good morning.

And I reply and despite the not smile I make sure it lives

She feels kind

I always end up with a bus driver

Sometimes I end up with two

There’s no way she knows anything

But the look on her face says she knows something

Brief

Integral

Human interaction