The sleepy fog of travelling 

Is wrenched away so quick

Standing in the aisle behind

A young woman, pale and sick

She’s shouting at her phone

and at any unwitting glance

Her hard face glares in fury.

No one gets a second chance

Around her people try to ignore

the live circus on display.

And busy themselves with anything

to make it go away.

She st...

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