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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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