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14 Dec 2015

Mind The Gap (aka The Bootle Platform Dash)



A 100m pulse race down the platform:
switching carriages
for strength in numbers
at Bootle Oriel Road.

7 boys. 7 girls.
Mismatched, but slowly adjusting.

"Am I hurting you?"
she asks,
at Bootle New Strand,
as she tentatively perches
on knees brimming with pride.

"No way,"
he asserts,
with cheeks still flushed.

It could be all the way
to Southport,
or across to San Francisco;
his knees will never falter
whilst others catch their breaths.

His coat: Lyle & Scott.
Her scent: Gucci Rush.
His hand, on her thigh,
at Waterloo,
retreating to a brush.

To them, at 26,
I am just another adult.
A world away from their parents,
yet a world away from their peers:
merely
miscellaneous
amidst
mischievous.

As I stand to leave,
at Blundellsands & Crosby,
I notice his knees trembling.
A knowing smile,
as I step into the drizzle.

12 years,
and none the wiser.



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