it struck sideways with a scraping sound,
and moved ahead to sit in alignment,
with the victim, not being itself a culprit,
so to emanate from beyond 2 m visibility-
shouts, complaints, some swears-
but after not very long, wheels whirled
and it continued, swaying us in its gut,
shuttering my eyes for a nauseous stupor
I am linking it up with Friday Flash 55.
Posted on January 31, 2014, in Poetry and tagged bad visibility, bus travel, continue, creative writing, fog, HA, howanxious, night, poem, poetry, struck, stupor, travelling, wheels, writing. Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.