Tour Bus by Sally Evans

It is there for three minutes, a tour bus.
The plump pastel passengers
shake rain from their umbrellas,
and make their shrill cries
as the driver counts them in,
half-flirting, half-bored with them.
Harpies, Sirens or Pawns –
enclosed, they pull away.
They didn’t have decent weather
and they left the place as they found it,
unaffected by their ingress.
The bus is gone from the pavement,
the leaves and slates of the street
spread in their cool clean wetness.

Sally Evans lives in Scotland and has Welsh connections. She has had several books of poems published including Poetic Adventures in Scotland (2014) and the Bees (2008).

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