Everyone
is alone in the dark;
the
43 seconds in the tunnel between
Gillingham
to Chatham turn my lying watch-
face
blank. Blinking away the glare from the
chalk
faced banks; the light dims sharply.
I
see the wire mesh holding the crumbling
chalk
banks, slowly submerged by
lush
spring growth.
Ivy
has buried the lone grey signal box,
slowly
spreads towards the
patchwork
platforms.
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Picture Credit: Jusben |
This is part of the small stones writing challenge
The art of paying attention
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