A woman of thirty,
maybe mid-thirties,
chubby, pale, brown-haired,
got on the bus in Arlington
on the coldest day in March
wearing crocs out of which
her heels, without socks,
spoke, in red language,
of tiredness and pain.


A wayward fringe of hair,
lately pestered by icy wind,
teased her right eyebrow.
Why didn’t she wear a hat?
She eased herself slowly
(weighed down both with care
and a cumbrous winter coat)
into a seat toward the back.
It was palpable, her relief.

Poetry by Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-12-20 at 08:26

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D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
I can only concur - observational and with a simplicity that take the reader straight on to that bus.

Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Excellent observational verse, UM. I can see her clearly. We have all seen similar I'm sure. Probably a care assistant working her socks off (excuse the pun) for less than minimum wage.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
First class writing, Thomas.