THE STATION

by Jonathan Bywords

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TICKET LYING ON THE GROUND
SMALL BOY CRYING AT LOST AND FOUND
UMBRELLAS TAP ;
RESOUNDING SOUNDS ;
OF TRAIN DOORS CLOSING ALL AROUND ;

AND THEN AT LAST ON TO THE STREET ,
THE BROLLIES RISE AGAINST THE SLEET ,
LONG BLACK COATS THE UNIFORM OF CITY GENTRY FIGHT THE STORM ,

THE STATIONS QUIET ,
HYDAULIC HISS ,
BREAKS THE ALMOST SILENT BLISS .

THE CLOCK IS SLOWLY TURNING ROUND ,

NOW THE MASS IS HOMEWARD BOUND ,

THE TURNSTILES SPIN .
THE TRAINS ARE LATE .
THE HUMAN RAT RACE IS OUR FATE .

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Average Reader Rating: 4.5 stars out of 5

  1. THE STATION

    [pens&feathers]'s Buddy Icon [pens&feathers]

    Posted 10 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    I really enjoyed this. You capture the mood very, very nicely. Well done.

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    Nouvelle Bardot's Buddy Icon Nouvelle Bardot

    Posted 10 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    this reminds me of an old italian poem i read last week. very nice how you capture an everyday moment so curiously. i liked it.

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    Kiarra's Buddy Icon Kiarra

    Posted 10 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    very creative

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