narrow road
I pull in
my shoulders
Category: travel
smooth
the smoothness of steel
along steel
fields flying by
rainstorm
rainstorm
another station
comes and goes
harbour
harbour night
the tinkle of masts
at the moorings
dusk
dusk departure
vapour trails
between stars
take
take off
not wanting to sit down
these restless legs
rush
rush hour fog
only the train whistle
approaching
dropping
dropping anchor
the sound of darkness
splashing
sudden
sudden rain
just passing through
the station
early
early January
the evening rush hour
fills with snow
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