BUS STOP by THE HOLLIES. Poem by Doug Jacquier.

I did but see her through the glass darkly

of the sliding doors of the train to nowhere

but I knew I had to

make her mine, make her mine, make her mine.

I raced along the platform,

past the compulsory dwarf

and the mardi gras dancers,

knocking over old ladies and

trampling on children

until I could leap onto the train

as it left the Stations of the Cross.

On the train,

we ran through fields of wildflowers

as if in slow motion

until she leapt into my arms,

heels in the air,

and we kissed with the heat of the night

until the conductor asked me for my ticket

and I woke up at the bus stop.

Stereo Story #695

Doug Jacquier

Doug Jacquier lives in Yankalilla, South Australia. He’s lived and worked in many places and has travelled extensively overseas. His work has appeared in several anthologies, including the recent New Poets 21 and Indigomania. He blogs at Six Crooked Highways.