Kind of why I left the Civil Service all those years ago...
Winterworkwalk
Woolly-hatted heads held low,
Barging through the still-air chill,
Gloved hands bunched as pocket-fists,
Shoulders hunched, necks snowflake-kissed.
Lowry figures half-time march,
Shuffling o'er the railway bridge,
Cold wind funnels, apex-arched,
Blows and swirls,
Tugs at scarves,
Freeze the toes and frost the ears,
Chapped the lip and red the nose,
Bite the cold-burned fingertips,
Ugg and Puffa, knitted tights,
Polartec on shirts of white,
Hiding polyester ties,
Eyes spill iced tears.
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