Late night bus. <br /> <br />The woman <br />opens the book. <br /> <br />I can see everything. <br /> <br />Over her shoulder <br />I can decipher the inscription. <br /> <br />“To Tania love Tony <br />Christmas ’66. <br /> <br />Then a heart and 3 kisses. <br /> <br />Such nice neat précised calligraphy. <br /> <br />She kicks off <br />her high heel shoes. <br /> <br />Puts one nylon stockinged foot <br />over the other <br /> <br />then rubs one up and down her leg <br />in rhythm to her reading <br /> <br />as if she were a cricket <br /> at home by the fire. <br /> <br />Laughs quietly to her self. <br /> <br />Turns a page. <br />Adjusts her stockings. <br />Laughs. <br /> <br />The whole journey <br />I wonder what the book can be. <br /> <br />Only at the last stop I see. <br /> <br />DOGS, DUCKS
