ten seconds of a train journey
an almost endless succession of gardens and the backs of houses
pass by in the anonymous dusk
a flickering wallpaper - bed to rest my vacant eyes
until the first lit window i lit upon
a first floor flat kitchen flooded with fluorescent glow
practical rental-property proportions and palour
i saw her dancing
gliding serenely backward accross the lino
arms framing the embrace of her invisible partner
oblivious to all but the ballroom bliss
her unpainted face a smilingly serious mask
which she drops as she stops, laughing as she turns away
just as she disappears from view
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