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Just when we think things can’t get more boring and life is generally getting us down, along comes a bus (at last!) that’s going our way…
BUS STOP or WAITING FOR...WOW!
Time passes
like a double-decker bus rumbling
down the High Street
looking for the likes of us
to stick out a hand
and make it stop, the way it did
in pouring rain that day
we jostled in a smoky queue
for a 29 (running late as usual)
anxious to be home
We began to chat about
this 'n' that although I didn’t catch
everything, your sweet smile
winging me a tenderness long forgotten
(on my own, last love flown!)
Now, I’ll not stay my heart’s leaping
for keeping you company
at bars, clubs, cinemas, to ease
our pain, rediscover in each other
an alternative freedom
Copyright R. N. Taber 1997; 2011
[Note: An earlier version of this poem appears in 'Love And Human Remains' by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2001.]
Just when we think things can’t get more boring and life is generally getting us down, along comes a bus (at last!) that’s going our way…
BUS STOP or WAITING FOR...WOW!
Time passes
like a double-decker bus rumbling
down the High Street
looking for the likes of us
to stick out a hand
and make it stop, the way it did
in pouring rain that day
we jostled in a smoky queue
for a 29 (running late as usual)
anxious to be home
We began to chat about
this 'n' that although I didn’t catch
everything, your sweet smile
winging me a tenderness long forgotten
(on my own, last love flown!)
Now, I’ll not stay my heart’s leaping
for keeping you company
at bars, clubs, cinemas, to ease
our pain, rediscover in each other
an alternative freedom
Copyright R. N. Taber 1997; 2011
[Note: An earlier version of this poem appears in 'Love And Human Remains' by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2001.]
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