The evening station
A shining floor
Lights are branded
Christmas sparkle
A smart drunk
Stumbles through rush
Hour workers
Stepping sideways, home
Hidden misery
In their way
Forced wool, decoration
A glam tree
You leave late
Trains, part gloom
And gatherings
with gifts
Reunion, parts of
a greeting, then gone,
Your mind moving
Through the night
Monday, 9 January 2012
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