illegal

at first light
the bus comes to life
heaving, heating
in the grip of icy dawn
the drivers, brooms in hand
bang on the metallic flanks
out they shout
and the broom bangs and rattles
prods into the hideaways
big enough for the desperate
clawing curling inside
the shivering bus
waking from its dormant
dumb sleep, to heat
cold comfort
as the broom clanks then thumps
the drivers hand latches
and catches the back
of a T-shirt and hauls
out his catch
broom sweeping away
the tangled limbs

11/07

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