Nine Minute Wait

Nine minutes till the bus is due, to pick
me up and help me tote the groceries.
I have my phone of course – I now equip
my travels with it for emergencies.
But I’ve scant use for its amenities.
I watch the kids and wonder why they do
(I peek – they flit in app-y quantities).
I’ll use mine to record this pleasant view.

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