NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2017, Poetry

NaPoWriMo/ GloPoWriMo 2017 Day Nine

Bus Stop 

I’m a lone ranger
strides away from
the drift of week-end
odd-shifts commuters.

The wind picks up speed
in tourbillions, it ruins clarity,
devastates the illusion of
The trash from the corner
now in plain sight.

A solemn bus in the high numbers
pulls up, pregnant
with shopping centre spoils.
The estrogen brood descends loudly
making eyes (knees and shoulders)
at three young men carrying sports bags
along sparcely grown facial hair.

The volume goes up; the energy burnt
through skittish screams
breaking formation
as they slide onto the square
out of sight, clucking
down the pecking order.

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