The 8:59 service to Bristol is delayed
due to a fault
your fault whispers your ex-wife
rain greases the brick walls of the platform
shimmering viral green
your colleague, no-platformed
cancelled train of thought
you’ll get there eventually
wind funnels through the underpass
whistling away the years
sooty rodent rustling a crisp packet
cafe closed locked waiting room
chocolate mouse for your daughter
molten return to her real house
The train calling at
your hairline circa 1992
the curve of your wife’s warm back
morning coffee in the marital bed
when green meant the treetop view
not long-lashed eyes glimmering emerald
your wife’s storm-blue
is cancelled
A replacement bus is in operation
one buss to seal your union
another with another signalling its end
and now the rest, cancelled
speech to replace debate
facts of life are offensive
You turn go home
to zoom without motion
Excellent poem! Congrats!!!
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