The Bus Stop
A woman at the bus stop wears a candy striped skirt.
It billows around her a la Marilyn Munroe
and puts me in mind of pink candy floss and a fun fair.
Soft, silver silhouettes sway gently against the whiskery wood.
Sharp railing spikes look ready to pierce any shadows with their fierce arrow heads.
And then they are gone behind a cloud.
Ginger, lime and gold lollipops hang from the branches and flutter excitedly.
Are they on the menu too?
Centuries old, yet still stylish and grand,
these buildings cast a shadow in the windows of modern ones
who look on with envy.
Already with a look of dereliction,
the modern buildings are bleak, dirty and unkempt
and have a forlorn gaze.
Next to them Romanes' shop window shines
with a golden beam of light,