Bears with hats on, wellington boots and a handbag
After I run to the station, putting my
Make up back on as I stand holding
The handrail tightly using the warped
Glass as a mirror
After I forage in my bag an extra
Oyster card and a train ticket to
Somewhere else
After I stand by a conveyor belt of Japanese
Delicacies holding my homemade sign as my arms
Ache just slightly
The time will arrive for an hour
Or so of secret tourism and a drink
Always promised next to
A round open-air theatre that tell us of the past and the future
By the back drop of a city too exquisite, lit by the moon
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