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Platform Eight.

Your train comes in at just after eleven,

slow pull up on platform eight

old friend, a memory calling

at stations in between, past towns

we never visited, houses

and farms we would never see inside,

closed curtains cutting out the view,

our life open to exposure, scenes from

a life cut open

and bleeding slowly

on platform eight.

 

Ian D. Hall 2018