The Complete Sonnets Festival, Part One

Google Maps says that the 21 should arrive in seven minutes. I sit on the bus stop bench, NE corner, Cretin and Marshall. A few periodic bicycles, but mostly individuals in their four-wheel, interno-cumbusto exoskeletons. Left-turn green-arrow lane, east-bound Marshall to north-bound Cretin: they honk; they swear; I hear the drivers through their open windows– it is a warm, humid evening–“Come on! Go! Goddamn it!” cursing the car ahead that isn’t left-turning fast enough. Nevermind the bicycles entering the intersection from the other direction. As a species, we’re doomed.

I am on my way to Intermedia Arts on Lyndale for The Classical Actors Ensemble production, The
Complete Sonnets Festival, Part One,