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Carole Bromley, York

Poems on the Buses Exhibition


You were always fashionably late. The light fell differently then, the leaves outside trembled, the house was coffee-scented, the clock cleared its throat. Sometimes, crossing the hall, I think of the way everything fluttered when I opened the door to you, like hens fussing to settle again on warm brown eggs.