Another wonderful collection of poetry by Hugo Williams. I’m really enjoying working my way through his body of work and, to think, I only discovered him because of a tatty old paperback my wife picked up in a secondhand book shop. These are the good things in life!
Lives
The same train each night Enters the same station a little late And different passengers going home Look up from different books with a start Their eyes narrowing back into a world Hardly more shared As they rake the length of the platform For something they should find there The thread of their lives Difficult to recognize in the gloom.