Girl With One Track Mind (Sexhunters)
I Fell in Love on the Northern Line
Autumn at the Bus Stop by Kerry Featherstone
The woman in the headscarf asks
(As the wind bangs three times on the 17B shelter):
"Is this bus going to the Universe?"
I'm sure I've not misheard
And turn to look
down on brimful eyes and bitten mac.
The letter she holds is pinched, the head is smudged,
Her tan handbag open, the clasp helpless.
And I say:
"It hasn't got much choice, has it?
"What else is there?" And I smile.
And she frowns, trying to get The
Question understood, not sure if she's misheard
and thinking it can't get much worse,
asks again: "Does-this-bus-go
to-THE-UNIVERSE?"
The wind whips on, carrying my answer
mercilessly down College Road.
Posted: June 2007. Copyright: Kerry Featherstone.