Sitting, waiting

She holds tight to her shopping bags. Only two because she can’t carry anymore. Every time a bus drives up she peers at the numbers. Her eyesight let’s her down these days. Sometimes she asks which bus has arrived. About 8 bus stops line up one after the other. She goes often so she knows which one she wants. Every week on a Thursday, she goes to the city. Routine that’s how she does it. Keep to the routine.