When we hit eighty
a tiny hand
came from
an Alfa Romeo
to the rear
I couldn’t hear
if it was a cry for help
a cheery wave
or the heady sensuality
of wind around fingers
I only saw it briefly
(though the image lingers)
then it disappeared
behind the Blackpool Express Bus
(£4.50 Adult Day Return, Video, Snacks
and Toilets on board)
A phalanx of juggernauts roared
after it.
Then an empty train
overtook us.