Girl With One Track Mind (Sexhunters)
I Fell in Love on the Northern Line
April Flurry
Five a.m. light reveals a radiant guest,
wedding white skin on unprimed town,
on the way to the station the rest
seen is, a snow duvet cossets the Downs,
and Ian the railwayman remarks:
'Bloody spring's arrived!'
yet it is great to see, with the larks,
soft snow after bitter winter survived,
whilst the railroad's wheel-worn streams of steel
gainsay the plush white rug in-between,
and dead-eyed commuters don't look for real,
blanking a visage quintessential serene,
like the Legion of the Damned,
they block out all of beauty,
wincing as magic flakes land
on faces, as if it were an act of cruelty,
and later: a flurry of cherry blossom!
nature mimicking the drop of snow,
life seems suddenly fresh and lissom,
vibrant, vital and whole!