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
|Picture Credit: Jusben|
This is part of the small stones writing challenge
The art of paying attention
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