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you get that little puff
of air
as the tube train doors
open

it’s no wonder they
gasp
those ghosts who drag open
the doors
watching you pull up
your tights as I
lie beneath the quilt in the half
light of the morning
think you have right
on your side, try spending time with
a few of the
wrong people entirely, darling      ..
sitting in the pub
thinking of my wife at
home half past
four in the afternoon
writing a poem on the bus
and the elderly woman sitting next to me
says oh, is it about us
got you a lettuce
hope you like it
it’s as crisp and green
as an apple   ..
caught a fish in the pond
although it later transpired
it had every right to be there
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