Bus Stop Reverie

The bus stop
Is a quiet place
Along the road of Broom
A grassy place
A solemn bank of trees
The road appears and disappears
Occasional cars come by
Otherwise the silence and the breeze

So quietly still
I think of Cary Grant
Standing at the crossroads
In that film
A plane appears
A crop sprayer
Spraying up and down
It comes in for the kill

No crops here
For me to run and hide
Garden fences
But too tall to climb
How would I escape it?
How to stay alive
O thank God
The bus arrives on time

Brian Fahy
23 June 2021

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