My people came to the bus stop
beside the tarsealed road in the
centre of nowhere, walking in
relentless sun from a vast, arid red
and featureless desert, stood
gratefully in the shade. There were
words written on a poster in the
shelter, words which made no sense,
about services terminated from
an effective date – which was years
in the past – because of lack of
patronage, but we waited anyway.
We are patient people with graces
we wear openly on our broad faces.
And we are used to these sudden
changes which take forever.
© 14 May 2007, I.D. Carswell
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