glenda

the cycle completes itself
as i provide escort to the final stop.
she had boarded the bus with no
immediate thoughts of de-boarding.

the bus JOLTED to a halt
"last stop"
i don't want to get off here, glenda thought
and she said so.

"sorry, it's not your choice.
end of the line..."
in the blink of an eye
she was off the bus.
in a new place
she'd never been before.

myself and the other five
quietly escort her to her new quarters.
nice surroundings, peaceful
but out of the way.

oh, well
at least the neighbors are quiet.