Bus Journeys

The number 2 to Arklow
Nothing too adventurous.
With the sun streaming in
like butter, but more like golden syrup
all yellow and glinting
and making everything sticky.

Regina in one ear
The man beside me, his
head lolling on my shoulder,
whispered ‘I love you’ in his sleep.
In his sleep.

2 comments

  1. vesper · July 17, 2007

    adore your use of repetition in exactly the right place.

  2. zaphodfreek · July 17, 2007

    😀

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