Shelter

Halfway between Edgeware Lane
and Cowan Road, there is a bus shelter
where, calmly and without malice,
I made love to a stranger.

You were out of town, or sleeping -
I don't recall. I nearly texted you,
but I was either out of credit or thought
my message might disturb you.

When it was through, she made as if
to speak. I raised a finger, placed it
to her lips. The bus arrived, five minutes
late. Its brakes went 'shhhh.'