Bellissimo

I was riding in the bus towards home

high after seeing my friend, B., again,

the long walk back through parrot 

colored crowds on uneven sidewalks 

to hamburger oasis, charging my phone,

back in the bus, going home, enchanted

by what I was seeing. I said to the driver,

a no nonsense fellow, soft spoken…I said:

“Bellissimo!” slight dramatically…he said,

in Soto voice, expressing agreement and

human understanding, almost a sigh, as if 

to say: I give you the truth: “Si.” don’t ask 

for more.

I wonder if he knew what he was saying.

He didn’t have to be real