of the elementary school bus stop
He was a fair monarch,
granting belly rub privileges to all
the children before they started their school day.
But the corner has been empty
of adoring subjects. If they see him,
they wave from behind windows now.
And the once king of the bus stop
makes his rounds near an empty playground,
howling at the other exiled kings and queens
who also miss the noisy old days.
Liner Notes for This Groove: This poem was created for the Weekly Scribblings prompt given at Poets and Storytellers United, Beloved Companions.