In train crowd, there's always one firecracker
Everyone avoids like sudden gust of cold wind
Today, it's an earnest young man pleading for coins
But his speech is stump by megaphone
announcing a derailment on northern station.
He steps out the train. I hear distant sound
of rain flinting the concrete steps as door closes.
She is counting, not the platform stops
but knots & turns of her crochet needle-
The red yarn is net of fishes
It's hard to say
with her fingers trilling to a robin's song-
Posted for Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - Kerry's Challenge
& 55 Words Challenge
& Poets United
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