Sunday, 12 February 2012

At the Bus Stop


At the bus stop
thoughts of you
arrive like a bus
to the wrong destination
or a bus that is so full
and I can't get on.

I'm stuck in a cold part of town
fingers freezing
stamping my feet.
All I want 
is to be home
in the warm
wrapped up in you.


At the bus stop
on a summer's day
sun dazzling
the breeze from the arriving bus
ruffles my skirt.

So long I've waited
is this finally the right bus?
Will it take me
where I want to go?

A single ticket
set for adventure
thoughts of you
still dance around my head
and make me smile. :-)

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