Nodding in the half light, shuddering
doors open and off and out and onto
the pavement, jostles like swimming upstream.
Sunrise shakers in earshot disagree
in whispers with no-one, about somewhere to be:
white rabbit watches long since pawned,
crouched with lidless cup.
The coffee queues and cable scarves
accommodate the sedate while faceless
in the litter; little fuss and scratchy bliss.
Hot pastries crackle and shed with tong pressure,
slipping lonely into their paper bed.
In the pause, all glance longwise;
taking the pouch and longing likewise.
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