Saturday, 29 July 2017
A Miracle on the Northern Line. (New Version).
The woman with the red hair
Laughing in the tube train,
I do not know her story,
I only know her name.
The walking stick held tightly
By the old man at my shoulder
Burst into May blossom
When her fingers touched it.
The old man, being blind,
Could only smell the perfume,
He could not retrieve the blossom
That faded when he cried.
I tried to save the blossom,
Could only feel the cold air
Sifting gently through my fingers
As I stretched out my hand.
The woman with the red hair?
She sauntered off the tube train
At Bank for Monument Station,
Leaving not a trace behind.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
November 26th. - 28th. 2016.
July 29th. 2017.
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