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The Station

The train is delayed by ten minutes, 

The rails glisten accoring  to the sun overhead,

As the old tickets gust to and fro across the shelter,

Accompanied by old cigarettes.

 

As together, they lazily lull,

Until they stop, as an announcement is made,

Declaring the next train to arrive at the platform

And everyone's eyes dart upward.

 

The train resignedly crawls into view,

The electronic schedule changes to "arrived"

Although a couple of minutes must pass before it can,

And the rails glisten to the light of the incoming train.

 

 

 

 

 

 

◄ Through the window

Thoughts for a funeral ►

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