There is an open-topped bus
On the hour
If it’s not raining
Other than that
It’s three-quarters of an hour
For the regular service
Somehow the folk
Look altogether older
Perhaps down here
They flew too near to the sun
In their youth
Whereas I stayed up north
But no
The open-topped route
Is finished for the day
How fortunate are we
To wait in this bus-station
While clouds and national
Cyclists routinely pass by
