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