Jim in the back with his football buddies,
laughing hard, living big.

Dana in the front;
a sexless shoe hanging pendant
from a right knee and a (sexy) right ankle
crossed carefully across the left knee.
Her careful laughter among her ladies.

Dana lifts her head, in the front of the bus,
is, perhaps, looking out the window.
Jim catches sight and notices that
hers
is the kind of neck
(and the way her hair falls) that
he
will remember.
But continues laughing hard,
living big, in the moment.

Stepping off the bus, the buddies wonder where Jim is heading
(towards the rest of his life),
he gives a perfunctory wave
but his attention
is on
new business.

He joins Dana and the ladies on their blanket.
Dana sits, knees perhaps folded to the side,
not quite sure what to do with this earnest fellow in their midst.
Jim lounges, possessing himself completely.
And proceeds
to eat
all the sandwiches
made
by Dana’s
graceful
fingers.