08:15

In this carriage we share diseases
hail each other with coughs
and glance like friends
down the aisle, over seat backs
between gaps and reflections

Same old view / different weather
Today is snow and missing leaves 
the low‐band draught has claimed
my ankles; my tickover chills to
sitting rate, blurs my fingerprints

The conductor clips my ticket,
says brilliant, moves on.