The Inkwell

from inkdrop – poetry, places and events

Dim

In the dawn light of a winters morning

its very hard to see

why the important man with his

very important briefcase

should be stood at the platform

getting covered in snow

if he’d listened to the announcer –

a bus arrived two minutes ago

but he let it pass

and like an ass

he stands there in the snow

in the Dim light of the station

Will he catch his train….hmmm? No.

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