Traffic stacked back up the hill;
the flash photography of sun
on rain- glossed pavements.
I am travelling incognito,
reading a book I have re-titled
‘Do Not Disturb’.
Still a voice drags me off the page,
out of Carver’s ‘Afghanistan’,
‘Which stop is it for the bus station?
I’ve got to get to Nottingham
or some place miles from here!’
I force myself to answer
‘I think it’s the one after next’,
and then, because I feel I have to,
‘my sister lives near there’,
but he’s screaming ‘I’m leaving before I kill her
or she kills me!’
Beyond the mirrored windscreens
starving Gothic arches roar
above the Portakabins
On College Green
A camera crew is waiting
For news to happen
While the bus trundles
towards our stops.
© Deborah Harvey
From Collage: The Best of Poetry Space 2010 and one of the runners up in Poetry Space Competition 2010, judged by Philip Lyons