Lovebites in loughton

Same faces
old men
briefcases
must be working
early today.

She’s still doing the crossword
yesterday’s news
feeding her answers
reading the clues
nothing changes.

Baby in a carry cot
not a lot of scope to wriggle
but
giggling anyway.

The tube map’s the same
I can name every station
from Epping to Ealing
feeling old, but not as old
as him
who looks like the reaper,
grim
is the word I would choose.

The gap’s just a trap to
catch the unwary
it’s never caught me.

A river appears in which
I fish for ideas
but nothing comes up to
bite me
it might be
I’m using the wrong type
of bait.

© 2018, John Smallshaw.