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Bus Shelter Poem
Dave Birss (28th October 1971 / Glasgow, Scotland)

Bus Shelter Poem

I didn’t even love her
It was just my urge to discover
More about the fairer sex.
Not infatuation.
We slinked into the shadows
And it was a tangle of tongues,
A fumbling of fingers,
A slap on the wrist
And an awkward silence.

I stepped into the light.
Tidied my hair.
And decided to continue my lessons elsewhere.

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You have made my evening a real 'chuckly' one Dave, your poems flow so well, and are so good in their imagery. Excellent. Love Ernestine XXX (Definitely my kind of poems) .