Tuesday, 18 September 2018

Waiting for the train


They were all poised to board the train
platformed, tweed-and-silk couples
with eager tickets and febrile voices
paper-ribboned among the common,
which even the back-from-debauchery
Saturday bunch couldn't outsmart
and from the three-pieced to the bow-tied
a thirsty dog licking the condensation off
their last-minute, soda-filled plastic bags.
 

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