Friday, 29 January 2016

MoP 29: Waiting at the Station



Waiting at the station

The last train from Clarkefield
is thirty minutes late
but the night is mild
and clear

we are alone

in the empty carpark
we watch a wild cat
as it watches us

this pub-two-houses-and-an-auto-wrecker hamlet
must be holding its breath
as land is released to developers
and the ghosts of populations past
stir and rumble