Stop - by
the bus driver says it’s really nice
to see the children in the park
the bus driver says it’s really nice
to see the children in the park
Base Camp. Horizontal sleet. Two small boys
have raised the steel flag of the 20 terminus:
me and Ross Mudie are going up the Hilltown
for the first time ever on our own.
This morning, as the 372 shoogled
/ through Carsethorn, hirpled
/ wabbit past the kirk and through
/ dreich smirr hoyed down from
/ droukit braes above,…
On the Forfar ‘bus in a morn of spring,
/ A nipping wind and the frost’s sharp sting;
/ And I can’t tell why,…
Summer grass is shoulder high once more, / higher than my sons will ever be.
In a dream / I saw a ticket booth / at a bus stop where / birds’ feathers were sold…
Three o’clock. The bus lurches
/ round into the sun. ‘D’s this go –‘
/ he flops beside me – ‘right along Bath Street?
/ -…
I like tae sit at the front of the bus
/ and keek through the hole
/ at the driver’s heid.
/ As he pulls on…
La banlieue, c’est pareil. L’espace, l’espace tue.
/
/ On est debout à l’arrêt du bus. On attend le car. Autour
/ il y a…