Platform 2

Platform two
the train driver has his window halfway down

I watch you approach
with boyish excitement
little daughter dangling from your arms

You lift her up to train-driver-head height and
encourage her to wave hello

She waves
but so tentatively

The driver waves back
and is rewarded with the sweetest of smiles

You however
are beaming
like a handsome length of train track steel 
ground and polished by a hundred thousand
ever-keen wheels

beaming like liquid silver
in the mid-morning sun