Good morning morning, morning All the innocence of the very young echoing around the steps as I see through the trees that I've not yet missed the bus Cinderella scrapes her knee and ponders whether that is worse than losing a shoe in front of a crowd Bus comes, eventually as she waves away her heartache and I think of India and the lack of cool air without the charm Go go stop go as heads throw back and forth in synch with the drivers foot No one talking to each other except the chick on her mobile describing the slowly changing vista to someone who surely doesn't care that much Then the one carrying the crutch maybe for moral support as she gives up her seat to a fat person who claims to be disabled Quiet quiet morning nothing not even discontent as life drifts away one stop at a time Looking for clues shoes shoes lost and found please check your balance in case you fall into the man in the dreadful cardigan or the one in shirt sleeves whatever the weather They might have something to say if they knew about this Don't let me down. © Ash Cheyne - September 2018
Having a Ball
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