A rather inconsequential poem today, but then life is mainly full of inconsequential moments.
It is a very dark morning, as I set off
And the cold air makes me cough
And sometimes Venus shines above
Bright the Roman goddess of love
Other days the clouds are thick
And my pace is faster and quick
Later leaving, as rain is falling
And the wind is quite appalling
Timing right to arrive just so
To miss the bus is such a blow
But standing in rain is not nice
Or worse, ground frost and ice
Then the lights coming round
I hear the heavy diesel sound
Now the bus turns the bend
And so my wait is at an end
The bus stops upon the road
At the painted bus stop node
My appointed travel meet
And I alight and find my seat
No more waiting, time to read
As the bus now picks up speed
Along the coast, heading down
And I am onwards off to town
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