Train left
weren’t you on it?
shoes were in the hall
good grief!
all the tiny bits of dust from the hall
left with you
up North
where the Vikings came fromgreen grass out of the station platform
little sympathy
little pockets of ecstasy
getting ready for another one
up NorthI told you I had a dream and you laughed
spitting your tea all over the table
mopped it up with a doily
cause we were at my mum’s house
up North