Thursday, 1 December 2011

Night Train to the End of the Line

Heading out of the town
on the underground train
I looked over the others
and worked out the odds.

No conductor in sight.
And now late at night.
Only lights and metallic

I made bets with myself:
as to who would get off
and who would remain
on the train.

I was wrong every time.

But still in the end
I collected.


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