They're simply holding
hands as the bus moves slowly up Aribau but there's an urgency in them
& she leans into him & kisses his eyes one by one & they are
deliberate kisses & he pulls her closer & the light is up for
his stop & she knows he must leave & she looks away but he pulls
her close again & pauses at the door & looks back & they wave
to each other & he stands in the street & they wave again &
the bus pulls away & she still waves & the bus picks up speed
& she keeps waving & looks down the deserted street & back
& we are past the next corner & still she waves / like a tried
swimmer short staccato strokes of her empty hand.
