observe n write

Bus stop bits


At the bus stop she stands
with diamonds in her hair
the round result of rain spray

I can see her untrained kohl
smudge her hassled eyes
unruly like a badly behaved child

She shivers, as her
neighbour's umbrella stains
her sleeve in a slow, dark drip

Her mud splattered feet
tap an impatient beat
waiting for a bus...at the bus stop




Sometime in July 2006