WATCHING

a vulture perched

on the side of the road

is waiting

patiently waiting

for the moment

when it will turn

the dead opossum

at its feet

into its next meal

but there's no rush

there's time, just time 

like a highway

racing by

***

a homeless man

on a bus,

his mouth a cavern

of crooked teeth,

watches a young man 

for minutes

wrestle with the tangle

his earplugs have become

until he finally says

what is it about pockets 

that has that happen

I wish I knew, says 
the young man
still working his puzzle

the jagged teeth 

flash at the answer