Well, Bill, I favor inclusion, combination and expansion.
I wouldn’t mind being able to see more on the platform
than just you and the boy.
Max
On Apr 26, 2016, at 15:49, Bill Wootton <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> On a country railway platform 4
> Ranged, ready,
we want out of here -
> we’re the only life in town -
> we wait to get away.
> a pine wind scuffs
> crisp, crablike pinoak leaves
> and rustles trousers.
>
> We gaze hard into rail-straight distance
> till a far-off glint reassures.
> Anticipatory milling kicks in.
> No uniformed presence but
> a computerised voice crackles.
>
> The 11.55 from Ballan, stopping all
> stations to Southern Cross is now
> arriving.
> Neither restrooms nor ticket
> counter have been open. Anzac Day.
> A tow-haired boy pockets his yo-yo.
>
> bw
> 26.4.16
>
> On a country railway platform 3
>
> Ranged, ready,
> we want out of here.
> A pine wind scuffs
> crisp pin oak leaves
> and rustles trousers.
>
> We gaze hard into rail straight distance
> until a far-off glint reassures.
> Anticipatory milling kicks in.
> No uniformed presence but
> a computerised voice crackles.
>
> The 11.55 from Ballan, stopping all
> stations to Southern Cross is now
> arriving. Neither restrooms nor ticket
> counter have been open. Anzac Day.
> A tow-haired boy pockets his yo-yo.
>
> bw
> 27.4.16
>
> Bill
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