Bus Route D

The old man coughed
thickly
you could almost see
the shrivelled
mucus-filled lungs
popping out his mouth

He stood before his stop staggered swung handhold to handhold in the g-forces

He stepped off calling out "Thank-you!"

But we hadn't even applauded.


© 1985 Graham P. Collins.
Reprinted from Ten Consenting Adults, Canterbury University Writers' Group (1985).

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