Lost and Not Surrey
She came from the direction of the sun
sprinkled liberally with its golden pollen
a chattering flustered pink ensemble
'Oh god, a bus stop, I have been
walking for forty-five minutes'
A lanky man in sun-glasses sat with us
spattering of white paint dotted him
like random connect-the-dots
which I solved quietly, in between
smiling amiably, 'what zime zoes
ze buz arrive?' the arab-accented-
recently-solved-connect-the-dots
man asked, I took out my printed
bus schedules, the pink girl and I
puzzled over it like some treasure map.
'lemme zee dat,' 'my name is Sophie'
'1:34! Very zoon it's here,' 'I'm lost'
me too Sophie I'm lost, and there is
a glad panic knocking in my heart
for only the lost have a home.
for: Sophie
By horvax
© 2008 horvax
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