Girls on the Bus
They’re both wearing the same kind of coat
identical cut and colour of hair
odd socks that match each other
one blue, one grey, one grey one blue.
One pulls away an earpiece
while she boards, the other follows.
Ear pieces are back in, right ear for
the window girl left for her twin.
They’re mute, dead-pan faces.
The bus stops, one unplugs, both alight.
I watch as they walk away co-joined
by an ear cord as if
they’re back in the womb.
Maureen Sutton
01 11 20
They’re both wearing the same kind of coat
identical cut and colour of hair
odd socks that match each other
one blue, one grey, one grey one blue.
One pulls away an earpiece
while she boards, the other follows.
Ear pieces are back in, right ear for
the window girl left for her twin.
They’re mute, dead-pan faces.
The bus stops, one unplugs, both alight.
I watch as they walk away co-joined
by an ear cord as if
they’re back in the womb.
Maureen Sutton
01 11 20
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