for a poet, bus travel offers lots of ideas for poems. this poem started off when i found myself sitting behind a pretty passenger. the young woman was restless and kept flicking her pony-tail, which distracted me from my book. i started a word-sketch of her on my phone, which turned into this reverie.
i’m upstairs on the bus from town,
I spy tilted head, focussed frown,
she swings her girlish ponytail,
dangling earrings didn’t fail
to draw attention, exquisite ears,
high cheek-boned smile endeared,
ensemble easily commandeered.
young beauty easily distracts
but my book is full of facts,
now clip clop heels cause alert,
– is subtle gaze secret flirt?
she descends bus stairs –
casual, early-twenties airs,
middle aged men shouldn’t stare.
on the pavement young man scans,
she tenderly tip-toe stands,
her lucky boyfriend smiles,
she kisses him, ardent style,
blond hair in streetlight shines
rapturous faces attempt to align;
such snuggle comfort is what I pine.