Thursday Mornings

 

Thursday mornings

She arrives at the bench

Where the bus never stops

Anymore,

Suitcase and bag

Topcoat and hat

A look that she’s going

Somewhere,

She sits on the bench

Nibbling a sandwich

As if she were travelling

On board,

At mid afternoon

She picks up her things

As if she’s returned from

Somewhere.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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