Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

Already Gone

I don’t have any answers any more.
I thought I did
but I don’t.
I look at old people
and wonder how much longer they have to live.
The black woman standing at the bus stop in her purple coat,
her nylons down around her ankles,
her skin wrinkled as the elephants at the zoo.
She squints into the sun to see the bus
coming.
She looks forgotten
standing there
waiting,
clutching her black purse.
as if she were already gone.