Trout Poem by Lindsay Smith

Don't mind the mind,

mine is empty much of the time.

An empty mind is full of potential.

Trout sat opposite me on the train.

We were strangers passing the time just talking.

She said, ' Speed is Everything.'

She stretch out her tattooed fingers

She had etched

TROUT on her right hand
SPEED on her left hand

Sometimes I think about her.

If she's not dead she'll probably be a granny.

If you meet her say HELLO from me.

Love her smiling eyes.