Platform Light
Between the last stair
and the first step down,
they carry both airs —
hay‑sweet and brick‑warm
—in the same breath.
The train waits,
engine ticking like a clock
that belongs to neither house,
and I stand in its glow,
already partway gone,
already halfway home.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
much enjoyed my friend
Thanks, Norman🙏🏻🕊️
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