Riley welch is a poet from texas living in Denver. She posts three original poems a week. 

Bus was on time,
picked me up at the corner,
cars skidding to stop behind it.

Man on the bus grabs a pole,
loop with his other hand,
hanging above him,

swinging. Turbulent.

Eyes watery,
fine lines.
Deep lines.

Off the bus,
cold and wet and snowy.


Here now

Missed Out