Vauxhall
By jonsmalldon
Mon, 13 Sep 2004
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Crammed in and silent
we wait at Vauxhall.
No apologies, no recriminations
just resignation and a sigh.
I'd look at my watch
but I can't move my arm.
The woman squashed to my right
stares blankly ahead.
The man in her vision an inch away
smells expensive and looks it.
Imagining his life I stare too hard
and he let's me know with a turn of his head.
I try to remember if it's like this every day.
Yesterday? I forget.
I shuffle and look out
as the Eurostar goes by.
My shirt is sticking to my back
as we lurch forward again.
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