Crows call croaked squawks

echoing through a train station

warmed up by morning sun.

When the low

rumble of an

incoming train

begins to sound




anticipation rises

until it speeds


holding people

sitting with legs

swinging out

in the open air.

Just like that,

it’s gone

as quickly

as it arrived

& we sit on

the platform

awaiting our turn

to clamber aboard

the carriage,

letting the railway tracks

take us to

who knows where.

By Jasmine Irving


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