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