Saturday 25 May 2013

Bus note 55

Hail fall making noise
in straight white lines
        and people start
        in their seats
like children wide-eyed
and briefly charming.
        A proper boy says,
Look, the sky is going blue.
        Well, showers end.
Eyes soon get smaller.
        On, my own (temp.) loves,
        up Three Shires Oak Road
        to various elsewheres.

7 comments:


  1. Now the downpour's over and we're here safe and dry, I'll be having the Ikonik Buzz Kut, thank you!

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  2. It's the haircut of choice for the Bearwood boy.

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  3. Properly charming hail, WB. I haven't seen hail for twenty years I think, enjoyed this brief shower all the more. With eyes and ears getting rather bigger.

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  4. Twenty years. Blimey.

    I always forget how much I love those perfect little stones till I hear them falling again.

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  5. And thank you, Marie. Very glad to have shared strange weather with you.

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  6. It's nice to hear hail again. Maybe one day I'll be able to write an asian typhoon for you.

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  7. That's a good thought; weather I haven't ever felt or tasted or caught the scent of in words.

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