Central Line tube seats,
have collapsed into bowl shapes,
So uncomfortable.
The day is cloudy,
with a luminous cover,
that could rain or shine.
The lines are daunting,
rigid and constraining me,
and the words I write.
The girl on the tube,
a passenger like the rest,
is just outstanding.
But does she know it,
nonchalantly sitting there,
with mobile in hand?
