(Observations in the January Sales).
I knew that you would be there,
somewhere
amongst the throbbing music
and glittering lights,
but at first I couldn’t find you.
There were old people, wearied
and many beautiful young creatures too
each flirting with their kind
but you weren’t amongst them
in their camouflage.
Then, as often in a dream
your apparition emerged,
no longer vague, formless
but bright, vibrant, intoxicating,
wearing all your Christmas gifts
at the same time.
© Graham Sherwood 12/2012
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