Another Commuter Scene

As the bus takes me past Peckham Rye, it passes another bus stop at the northern tip of the park. There was a murder near there this winter and one of those make shift memorials has been built up next to the bus shelter.

There are wilted flowers and notes and teddy bears and, worst of all, ties from school uniforms knotted around fenceposts. They are all dark blue and mustard yellow and they have been rained and snowed on so they hang limply over and under the dead flowers and tatty cellophane wrappings.

The street sweepers won't touch this memorial, I wonder if it will be there until it decomposes into the side of the pavement and all that's left are bits of shiny plastic and scraps of fabric on the fence.