When in Canterbury

I took a photograph

Of the wheel of a bus

The kerb was also displayed

As well as the exit/entrance platform

A passing leg was caught

Black shoes sensible

Black tights forgettable

I was questioned about my eye

Many questioned me about my eye

What was my reasoning

For such as odd photograph

It was all about movement I replied

In time the bus would move

The unknown passenger

Would reach his or her destination

They would be constantly on the move

Everything except the kerb moves

Nothing is stationary

That was the whole reason

For this rather odd but brilliant photograph

It is being exhibited in July

With other photographs of mine

Kitchen Sink Photography

Pop along to Margate

It is five minutes from the Turner

And eight from the beach

Where you would rather B