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Napo 3- Leaving the Train Station

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Leaving the train station
alone I watch strangers head home.

The waves for yellow cabs and
stench of fresh-lit cigarettes, I let
the cold cloud white breath.

Even at midnight, a long-coated businessman
hurries past with laptop bag bulging and blackberry to ear. Behind me,
a clip-clack of heels and giggles-
their night hasn’t ended.  

Across the road, three youths in hooded
tops kick a can whilst eating chips only stopping
as clip-clacks pass them and swoon
immaturity. Swear words exchange.

In the ice-wind rubbish travels as if taking
a commute, tapa-tapping the concrete. 

Exhausted I can only wait with
white breath etching blue hands desperate to be
warmed. Eyes fight; tired and
vigilant


Napo day 3- I find myself in this position often
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