narrow

 

narrow road

I pull in

my shoulders

 

 

 

 

 

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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

 

 

 

 

 

warm

 

warm rain

still whistling out of the station

the pleasure train

 

 

 

dusk

 

dusk departure

vapour trails

between stars

 

 

take

 

 

take off

not wanting to sit down

these restless legs

 

 

 

 

 

 

castle

 

our castle

suddenly defenceless

tide turn

 

 

rush

 

 

rush hour fog

only the train whistle

approaching

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

dropping

dropping anchor

the sound of darkness

 splashing