we travel by bus to St. George's.
on the left hand-side, when sitting.
As we fly down to town,
braced for corners and the unexpected,
listening to a favourite tune,
(click the link now to get the bus vibe )
listening to a favourite tune,
(click the link now to get the bus vibe )
from the little sliding window
it is possible to enjoy a veritable feast of
fleeting images, seemingly
imprinted with a magical stamp,
on the back of the brain.
In just a fraction of a second,
just at that moment when a breeze
passes through, there it is.
The gift of a glimpse.
I wonder what these wonderful people have glimpsed this week:
I wonder what these wonderful people have glimpsed this week:
and who to pick for next week's Weekword?
