The Lucubratory Collaboratory

I like to run through
Woden Bus inter­change
after work
tired legs fly­ing past com­muters and high­school kids
freed from a librarian’s sub­dued decorum
leap­ing strides down the hill
to the city-bound 300
that is just about to leave
or run­ning just for this
wait­ing bus or not
passing the tangled shop­ping trol­leys
and cigar­ette stained cement
people made inert by timetables
still­ness their tithe
for mov­ing other places
blood pump­ing to my thump­ing feet
I’ve made my pact with grav­ity
Woden Bus Inter­change is best taken at a run