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as the first leaves fall
a group of foreign students
climb aboard
their homeward bound coach
taking the summer with them
waiting for a train
the tannoy is squawking
chapters of my life
with every destination
it announces
going to the game
on an overcrowded train
in blue and white stripes
the Seagull's striker
hits the back of the net
vapour trails
scar the morning sky
people escaping
people returning
both my feet are on the ground
packed in like sardines
aboard a scorching hot train
chattering tourists
speaking in their native tongues
all vying to be heard
a large cargo ship
inches its way through the lock
in total silence
the crew look down on us
and we just stare back
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