Friday, September 28, 2018


I am as filled with joy
As the 30 year old boy
Prancing and dancing on the platform
Everytime our train stops

I want to ask him
Where are you going?
Do you need help?
But he giggles & moans
As if in ecstacy
So I sit
As motionless
As the Japanese commuters
Who eye us both suspiciously

By your clean, fashionable clothes
(Cleaner & nicer than my own)
I know there is someone out there
Who loves you

Please get safely home to them

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