She decides to face the wrath of her teachers
rather than try to silence the conscience
she knows will scream at her in the night.
At five to nine, Ellen turns back from school gate
to bus station, to pay her forgotten fare.
He knows she’s waiting in the rain
but he’s up to his neck, might as well
drown for sheepish grin as lame excuse.
At five to three her dad pops into Betfreds,
places his last tenner on Wet Nelly in the 3.30.