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In a Station of the Underground

The young man, dreadlocked, in his too blue uniform
is reading Homer.

The night wind splashes rain across an empty concourse
to his cabin door.

Five minutes till the last train comes. His shift
is almost over

and, judging by the pages he’s got left,
he’s nearing Ithaca.

Audio file

Listen to this poem — read by Peter Hetherington