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
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