Late Night Bus Stop

My response to imaginary garden with real toadsPlay It Again, Toads is a street poem:

 

Waiting for the night bus in a queue of one,

Alone after work and play is done.

Late night taxis pass like sharks

Preying on drunks swimming in the dark.

A homeless bundle sleeps on a bench,

His faithful dog tied to the fence.

A stray fox rummages in a rubbish bin,

Its coat is rusty and its body thin.

Around the corner, a halo of light

Emerges from darkness and fractures the night;

Elephant bus rumbles up and halts at the stop,

I climb aboard, up the stairs and sit on top

With all the other urban ghouls

Who haunt the city, searching for their souls.

 

© Kim M. Russell, 2016

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Image found on alondoninheritance

 

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10 thoughts on “Late Night Bus Stop

  1. This is wonderfully descriptive, Kim. I could so easily have been in that picture – you brought it to life, and so stylishly, with the rhymes.

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