Brad Evans's poem "A2B"
© 2022 marie c lecrivain “Born in Sydney. Been living in the UK since '98. I first began to write poetry from my 17th birthday and have diverse influences ranging far and wide. Some of my poetry and the very odd short story has been published in zines, chapbooks, serials and anthologies in several countries for over 30 years.” A2B we waited for the bus but there was no bus stop, just 2 faded words - “B ST…” large and painted yellow that one could barely make out on the busy road and so we waited… wondering if a bus would appear and when it did it looked old and with a route number I wasn’t familiar with. we got on and while paying the fare I looked at the seated passengers talking with a rural slowness & ease - a way that people don’t tend to talk anymore and when I enquired with the bus driver about this unfamiliar service, she responds in an unhurried way before I find a seat the sound of the idling engine rem...