Because I could not run for him
He kindly stopped for me –
His bus was rammed from front to back -
With all humanity.
Up narrow streets he drove in haste
Though buggies rolled and swayed
The driver, steadfast to his watch,
No timing point delayed.
We passed the Oxclose – cells and pub,
Left hospital behind
Where leisure, crime and failing health
Are usefully combined.
We passed the Southglade Infant school
Where children watched the skies
Gazing at the falling snow
With hopeful happy eyes.
We paused at last in Bulwell Bogs –
The doors were opened wide,
And some got off and more got on
As wind blew round inside.
On Aspley Lane we lost a few
As snow turned into rain
At a Baptist Church two more got off -
And not a soul was gained.
By Evangalists and betting shops
By pawn shops, Bargain Booze,
The driver stopped to let them off
At bus stops without queues.
I seemed to wake from distant dream
As Beeston came to view,
I realised I was alone
Of all his riotous crew.
© Rosie Garner
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