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For the Safety and Comfort of Passengers

Updated on April 21, 2016
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Stella has been a poet for as long as she can remember and has published a selection of her poetry on hub pages.

Bus route


A bus journey

Shoes placed on the radiator before I left

No longer maintain their heat.

I walk the length of the top deck,

Seeking warmth - downstairs is even colder.

'Heating's on love,' the driver reassures me,

When I complain, his first passenger.

Really? I sit down; try to send a few texts;

Numbed fingers resenting removal of gloves.

Cursing cool sunshine over frosty roofs,

I daydream of warmer climes.

Leaden feet planted on this ice box of a bus,

Don't appreciate the passing landscape

Enveloped in winter glory.

Swans on Askern Lake seem happy

In their frosty world -

You'd think they'd migrate

Like more sensible birds.

A jolly Santa in his sleigh above a pub,

Detracts from sombre scenes of skeletal trees.

An hour-long journey almost over,

The bus no warmer; save hot

Breath and body heat.

There are noxious fumes now,

A few coughs are heard but no complaints.

The lower deck lively with pensioners

Off to do their Christmas shopping

In a bus that should be pensioned off.

© 2015 Stella Kaye


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