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