She said it was like a fly's eye, the concourse roof
I had the risotto
Served with the pasta, bean, and minestrone soup
We are mostly aloof
Waiting for our northbound train
Will I see you tonight repeats over the tannoy
Could the next tune be a classical refrain
She spooked me with her spoof
Of someone who had lost their mind
Only to find her sat back to back behind
Me, making signs
Of childish amusement
I bought the book on sadness
A treatise on the latest developments
In the psychology of loss and bereavement
As with Tagore I read of civilisations
That continue to dance with their dead
Immersed in the understanding
The self-aggrandisement of life
How grandiose is the spirit
The spirit and the life
Kate had cabbage