Bus 45
loaded with
people
it made its way
empty as
streets in
the receding day
I climb up
into the inside
sullen
morning faces
we bump along the rough road
"Do you wanna ride?"
cries the buscon
ductor out at way walkers
street idlers
in the faint morning heat
we ply the main streets wiggling through market ways tariq road bahadurarbad round about and about and again amd again past hill park into sharea faisal along along alonglonglonglognlogngngnolgogng
stop
lurch a few feet forward
shudder
stop
the con
ductor sweeps out and lunges
onehand in the doorway
the other clutching tea
swilled swiftly down
meanwhile
people climb up
onto the roof
old men with
skinny shanks
or shins toughened by heat
and standing young men
they squat on top
the con
ductor raps the side
shouting destin
ations
nazimabad tower drigg road saddarsaddarsaddarsaddar SADAAAAAR
we climb down
turn and
lose him as he
lurches round the cor
ner, bellowbarking places
over the bus
skreeling
crying
parping
gone
Tony Hamid © 7/8/2015
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