Simple events of our everyday lives often bring us to revelations of a Spiritual kind. Often hard to share but you have done so quite wonderfully in this write. Hope you found some angels ;-)

What a great compliment to you Robert,she was probably wishing her daddy looked as cool as you did,sittin' there with your long hair,lookin' cool and I bet you did look cool.The poor little kid,it must have been awful for her not knowing who her daddy was,probably he was no angel.
Only you could write an interesting and humourous poem about standing in a no standing Zone.
Your poem has left me with three questions in my mind.
1.Who was the little girls daddy?
2.Did the bus finally arrive and if so did you catch it?
3.Did you catch a cab and if so did you find any angels?
I am smiling.
Best wishes always
from
kay.

I think you could be looking for angles. On the other hand, angels like the little girl don't come along often. Too bad her mother didn't know it. One to think about, Jude.

Ron

Sometimes it is only the need of conversation, security, and tenderness that we need, and it is sad that society frowns down on speaking to strangers. Everyone is a stranger until you invite them in to be a friend. But the girl's mother is just acting out of fear of the predator. I imagine she would like to see her little girl graduate high school and then grow into adult life as opposed to decorating her grave on memorial day. Fumes and angels are a world apart, Jude. Save your wings, you will need them, angel man!

Sage

Deep offering...well done Jude!!

Love Tinka

wonderful capture of a ordinary moment Jude
love and peace

Carole

There prolly still on strike.. Kids are great. They just speak from the heart.
Had a nine year old come up to me, telling me that as a Christian I'll get hurt. Funny she was not only right, but I had never seen her before.
Can hear and see the hussle and bussle of the big city.

I feel we are often in places that feel strange were not merely there we are for a purpose. It's sad she has to ask you if you are her daddy poor thing not knowing her father a search a child will look for all eternity the connection of life. Angels become silent and feel as though they are absent but then I have found God is this way himself and they say when he is the closest he is so very quite. Ty for sharing this life slice so well done.

Robert,
'Tis a lonely day when our angels are not with us. They will return.
Wonderfully penned write for a peek into your world.

Lisa

Looking for angels in the big city, I suspect they are few and far between. I love this little snapshot of life in the city, the gritty realism speaks volumes about todays society.

A fascinating insight into an aspect of your day. It's amazing how incidents such as these can make such an impact and then weave their way into our poetry. You do it so well. Happy New Year to you Jude.
Chanti

Could have been worse, I spose... she could have asked if you are her Mummy!? What a crazy world. A fabulous write to wake up to this morning after my somnambulent Sleep poem last night! Makes me think of the fict/fact qualities of Peter Pan and his statue in Kensington Gardens - magic! This is beautifully cinematic and a moment straight out of the Life of Burnside: a cross between ET and City of Angels. I connect with children all over the place - especially babies (can't think why!? :)); they bring reality home to me in this topsy turvy place we are all destined to travel through... Perhaps it's me that wears life totally inside out and perception/reality like shoes on the wrong feet, but this write seems like a gleaming shaft of light that penetrates straight through to Truth: hiring the cab straight Home. And where better to go anyway? My experience of standing at bus stops is that the longer you stand, the less inclined you are and the less important it becomes to go anywhere anyway; the old Ecclesiastes "futility" thing kinda kicks in... But it's good to stop, to stand and to adjust the sights; what it is to go counterculture and be such a rebel, eh?! Guess there's a bit of James Dean in all of us, standing when we should be sittin down - how shocking! :)) Wear a face mask if the fumes make you feel strange - then you can be really scary! Ooops, here's my bus... GTG K xx

I can understand your poem in my spirit. Thanks for sharing. Love, Betty.

Gritty, graphic, gripping... Great!
Nailed this one, Jude.
Don't let the flutter of angel wings about your head blind you!
Peace,
Carolyn

When kids talk to me, I say they shouldnt talk to strangers and there are no more stranger ones than me...by the way, the angels are all still where the ball fell, picking up dreams that are still lying in the street...Ed

Who's yer daddy? LOL. No the poem is not funny, but thought provoking and slightly amusing regarding no standing allowed at a bus stop. :-) I like the concept of society's stupid rules forcing one to sit and inhale caustic fumes. And then there's the little girl...The search for missing fathers by children is akin to the search for god...much to ponder, Jude. You sensed no angels hovering about your head. Perhaps you were an angel to her. Wonderful write. ~~Nordette

You gotta wonder how many daddies that little girl has had and why she would feel so comfortable asking such a question of a stranger. Very scary, thankfully it was you and the child was in no danger nor was she given the "getta way from me ya little raggamuffin" speach. Life in the city is never dull. In a chance moment something can happen that will stick with you for the rest of your life. In search of angels...a noble venture, Jude. I hope both you and that child find some. "No standing" at a bus stop...who decides on this kind of zoning?????? Great write!
Take care,
Sherry
Take care,
Sherry

Excellent write Jude
Standing by the bus stop?
Lucky you didn't get mugged
Hate buses and subways

William ....Peace

Funny what we think about and have happen by chance while we are standing waiting for a bus, a train or a line in a super market.

excellent, excellent composition here, Jude. so many interesting thoughts you've set into motion... no angels, no standing and so you sit and a little angel comes to awaken something within (the angel in you?) and send you out in search of angels waiting to be found. I just love this poem. calling all you angels and hailing an imaginary cab, Dawn

Perhaps that little girl in her child's wisdom thought you were an angel, Jude. And if her mother in her hardness and bitterness had allowed you to respond, she may have received some tenderness that she so probably hungers for. I come from a small town where talking to strangers isn't a crime, but more and more I see that hardness creeping into what was once a freindly place. We are as a culture becoming isolated within ourselves...Oh a sad emptiness permeates this write. I'm reminded of Peter Gabriel's song, "I Have The Touch".
People fail to realize what how one word or look or touch can affect us so deeply. At least this is my experience and I'm brought to a acknowledgement of my own need for tenderness and the want to express it in this poem. Very fine, Jude...Lin

Reflective mood you're in.
Very good, as usual.

Angels show up when you are not looking for them. At least that's what happened to me. Very interesting write with lots of different weaves, colors and questions.

I hope the angels are found. Fantastic!

Wow. You do have a way of making words leap off of the screen. This is a tremendous write. Michelle

Its hard to find angels in this world !
Great write Robert
Peter

Yes children sure make our minds think and wonder how humans can be so cruel at times. Interesting thoughts about the angels though.

Felix