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On the way to Plumpton

17 September 2015

1:00 PM

17 September 2015

1:00 PM

We pull up at Wivelsfield, under a blue sky,
and glance out at the one figure on the platform:
a mature, buxom woman in pink.
Her arms are open wide, and a burly,
moustachioed man climbs out of our carriage
and gallops towards her embrace,
burying his face in her yellow hair.

When will they let go of each other?
At last, she grasps his shabby bag,
swings it over her shoulder,
and off they march, trailing laughter;
also disturbance — for some of us
are looking a shade wistful
as the train pulls out, soberly, to Plumpton.

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