Friday, 9 March 2012


It’s a train
the kind of machine
kept in reserve
in just-in-case status;
it’s not last-resort, no
our encounters
are first and foremost
first and foremost
and yet
so like those ghost trains
filling schedule-gaps
and stepping out
in break-down times
stopping the sea,
blowing out night-light
drowning traffic
a toss, a turn
and the long pause
of moonlight and wave-break. 

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