A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
The A In Waiting
Waiting For The 101 Bus
I know a woman,
who feels half my age,
who tells herself
she’ll know when the time’s right,
when this round’s over,
but nothing changes –
Tuesdays, Tuesdays,
same bus stop, same time,
same twelve strides from the corner,
she’s looking down the road,
but nothing changes,
she wears a claret floral dress,
and she loves a man
who loves this dress,
and she lifts her arm,
the 101 bus arrives, same driver,
she takes the same seat
second on the right,
and she waits –
waiting makes her feel old.
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