from my poetry blog
Railway Platform
A guitar case on a
windswept platform
the marbled leather
beaded with rain.
The echoes of long
goodbyes
and illicit, erotic
trysts
may reveal themselves
in song.
Stirring below the
frenzied poplars
new saplings unfurl
an elastic desire
having dreamt
in darkness
of taut, lofty
bowers,
crowning coronets
for ghosts.
©AndrewJamesMurray
