(Guest post by James Cagney)

I was sitting in the back of a mildly crowded bus lumbering through downtown Oakland. It was the 90s, I was on my way to class at college. I recall nothing else of the day except a moment of looking once and not being able to look away. In the years before cell phones forced riders’ heads down into their laps, people examined their world. My eyes swept upward and found a single interior car card displaying instead of an advert or Transit Driver yearbook pictures—a poem.