Incidental art by me.

Erskineville Station

Dark and dismal is the day
Narrow streets smell of life
And there on top of the hill
Intersecting the main road
Waiting Erskineville station
Always sits to silently greet
The long noisy packed trains
Proudly rattle “Here is a city”
As you pass by its graffiti wall
It is here that we always met
Sitting on the lonely platform
With other homeless pigeons
As cold tracks carry leviathans
Across our rainy day existences

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Written on 2017-10-31 at 13:49

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
There is something nostalgic about a train station. It's always a reminder of people leaving or arriving, and in this case, a place to meet. Sounds like a good memory. Good poem and good art too.

Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
Neat, tidy, compact, and brilliantly told an immense story! I love all of it, especially the incidental art. This, I would frame. Poem and Art together. Perfect!