Les Mis

Dawn lifts. I travel East

and frost reflects an early blue.

So much here and very little;

locomotive, pen and paper.

 

Across, teenagers fratch among themselves:

please don’t enter consciousness!

If so, I hope it’s him;

the one who dances wearing baggy trousers;

 

a boy who sings ‘Look down.

Look down. Don’t look ‘em in the eye’

and looks you in the eye.

 

The opening song to a great performance.

Another day;

immense adventure.