The Assisted Living Bus Parked Outside Hultgren Funeral Home

While I stopped at the red light on Main Street,
It pulled into the parking lot and begin to unload –
I wondered who they were coming to see:

Who would take the empty seat at the bridge gathering?
Who would turn the tumbler during Tuesday evening BINGO?

The light turned green, and as I pushed on the gas –
             I saw a worn women, wearing a crown of white hair,
                                                       hand on cane,
             with bent arm lent to the young driver,
             step out of the bus into the autmun day –
I thought of resurrection –
The wrinkle of time we are given –
Then, from the back seat, my six year old asked,
             “What’s for lunch daddy?”