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Underground Part 16 to 21
NB. Six more Haikus in my sequence Underground
XVI
You smile after he
Hides his wedding ring then slips
getting off the train
XVII
September darkness
Makes the late running train feel
even much later
XVIII
He doesn’t wake him up
until he has missed his stop
smiling silently
XIX
the first train sprints out
infused with an energy
into the sunrise.
XX
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Monday 14th September 2020 11:59 pm
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