How many is too many?
I’m sat on a train with 20
or 30 or 700 football fans.
Six of them have crates of Corona
to hand out to squawking pals
when they’re dry, glass bottle beaks
to peck away the thoughts.
The colours of their shirts are fabulous;
blood reds, crane yellows, tractor greens.
The uniformed goalpost white trainers
across their feet keep the flock moving together.
The smallest is sat down, wearing all black, nursing a cup of tea, flying into the sun.
© Carl Burkitt 2022