Train Comes Home

Knocking on the door.

Surprise on my face;

My crazy Aunty’s back.

She’s come again with the bag

To take the goodness out.

She’s a witness.

Jesus was not born.

I spit behind her walk past me.

I sit at the minute past 6

To wait for my much better uncle who

Promised to visit this year.


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