| This Edition's Poetry |
GRAVY TRAIN
Today started a long time ago.
It was dark then
As it is now
I keep thinking of the woman in Asda.
The one who stopped me mid aisle
and apologised for troubling me
she asked me
if I could reach up
and grab two pots of gravy.
I gladly gave her what she asked for
we looked at each other for a while
then I walked away
I saw her later in the wine section
but said nothing
later I thought that maybe
I should of asked her
if she needed anything else
but what else would a lady need
but two big pots of gravy.?
by Marc Carver
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