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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 the ever-keen wheels
of a thousand proud and punctual trains
gleaming like liquid silver
in the mid-morning sun


Picture
   © Stephen Hancock 2022                                                                                                                                                                 Energy is Eternal Delight