Foxes
Laurie Shaw
I ride the bus to work
Through the [?] rows of electric lines
Solemn giants of wood
Tongues still finding the sweetness
Cushioning the Monday morn'
Red LED petrol prices
And a thin, sad circle of young men
Going to the centre
The shuffle of raincoats
Sunshine on the mist
Swing 'round the rail
As the shadows cease and desist
With a beauty contest runner-up
Commiseration kiss
I see the foxes
