On A Train

Not my little girl
She’s a good girl
He drawls as he trawls
Through the pages of his red top
Stopping to hover
On the third page
Never looking up
Or making eye contact
With the father
Of another daughter
Opposite him on a train
Seats filled with
Fathers of daughters
Eyes down
On those pages
While the school girls
Bustle through the aisles
Eyes too cast down
Book bags in tow
Filled with reams of text
Of learning
Why the caged bird sings
How one kills a mocking bird
Understanding the pride
And the prejudice
While the fathers
Watch some other daughters
Of other men
On other trains
Reading red tops

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