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February 27, 2011

Enoch Runsewe

Filed under: chinks,poems — Tags: — Trefor Davies @ 1:54 pm

Enoch Runsewe – train attendant
I met him once
on the train,
we spoke, briefly,
short, to the point,
I wanted something
he could supply,
in mere seconds,
I wouldn’t recognise him
without his badge
and I, without ID,
now sipping my tea,
remain anonymous, forever,
unremembered, by he.

picture the scene

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