Sunday, 26 February 2017

Wayfaring



The train I ride is outward bound
Going nowhere I’ll call home
A journey of wherever goes
Where coastal rivers catch the foam

Meeting faces never seen
Who speak of greener stations
Telling me in brand new ways
Of other roads to new locations

Where passers by may raise a hat
At stranger’s foreign modes
A cursory glance a thought perchance
On both sides of the road


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