Dundee
by kvennarad
The rain weighs heavy on the sober sides of the firth;
a single beast quarrels across the bridge,
its double scales glittering; another day
gets kick-started in the plain city of plain pies.
(c)
kvenna ráð
See what I did there?
Nice
Ta
lovely, love.
Very glad you like it.
no wonder brown bag lunches are plumb anchors at the bus station,
hugging the firth and no ticket in hand.
When you board the bus at Dundee there’s always wee mannie with a hi-viz jacket and a clip-board checking you on board. Eating and drinking on the bus is not prohibited (a ‘peh’, a ‘piece’) but it is discouraged. However, one thing I have never seen any Scot do is hide a bottle or can in a brown bag. It’s a cultural thing, y’know.
sistah, always something sharing wild irish rose with the jubilees.