On the 49 from Northcote

For The Sunday Muse Prompt #188 and the 49 from Northcote to White City:

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On the 49 from Northcote,
a young woman sits. She
folds her hands, hangs her feet,
and lets the world without slip by
– grey granite yielding to gleaming glass,
verdant green disappearing behind the whorls
of potted plants. Somewhere outside,
the river wends its way across the plain.
Above, in a fleeting moment a giant
clanging bird roars. Somewhere
on the corner of Shepherd’s Bush and King’s
an old man, wraps his hands around himself
as his breath draws wisps in the winter wind.
As it was in the beginning and now is
the river remains. We all like small lights
flicker, and then are gone.

5 thoughts on “On the 49 from Northcote

  1. I like to think the “49 from Northcote” is from London, it sounds British.
    But I don’t ever remember seeing it there, there is as street called Northcote.
    But Sheperd’s Bush is in Hammersmith. We hung out in St. Johns Wood.
    I miss those double-deckers and the Tubes too.
    ..

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