Hello, my light! The 391 is hurrying,
The trees whizz by the window and the air
(Conditioned) is quite cool – all’s well, no worrying
About our being apart – I’ll soon be there.
Happy I am! You’re extraordinarily lovely,
The whole of you’s a sweet, comely delight.
Now by the bus stop I tell the stars above me
Their beauty’s bettered, and I thread the night
In trains and buses urging them to fly
Through star – and streetlight – I must kiss or die!