Wednesday, April 22, 2009

People

Among the young lovers
and old ladies with umbrellas
there was a holy man.

A pulpy, middle aged woman
responded to the question:
“Is this the train to Preston?”

She had ash blonde hair.

Ash blonde.

The colour of fire that has burned,
of leaves once they have turned,
of people who are dead.

- London, 1993

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