MORNING
COMMUTE SEPTEMBER 2016
Leaving the train station
Splashes of rain
Dot the windscreen
Mottled with red dust
Which streaks then clears
Revealing
The schoolgirls
Wearing the too-short skirts
Heading to school
Wondering if the uniform
Was designed by someone
Who just wanted to see
Girls in short skirts
But it’s going to be
A burning hot sticky day
So that’s probably why
They’re choosing
To wear them
The morning pause
Appointment disappoints
If cloudscapes can ever
Really disappoint
Whilst the aircraft are perfectly
Artfully placed in the sky
The position of the sun
Through the trees
Low on the morning sky
Bright young things
In shiny tiny Fiats
Buzzing around like bees
And the clown
Going far too fast
Gets far too close
In the other direction
Heading to where
You’ve already been
All those people never
To be spoken to
Who’ll never speak back
Never would have wanted to
Even when we were all
So much younger
They might have done
If we’d all been better
But now we swing
Into the car park
Bleeping the alarms
Facing another day
Martin
A W Holmes, September 2016
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