artwork by phil burns bouchonI’m standing at a bus stoptwenty minutes from homethe reasons don’t matterno sign of scheduled servicealready long overduethe traffic is nose to nosemile after milebarely movingnothing happeningother than tempers risinglike the temperaturebecause mid-June at La Fouxnear St Tropezis blindingly hotthen overheadI see the swallowsin uncountable numbersswooping and…