Looking from the train
Paused at the station
I spy you
Sitting alone
Head bowed
Hands in lap
A moment of prayer?
Then
I see the phone
and your busy, busy fingers
The sudden grin
The game is won
©cih16, 11:03, 12.11.16
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- clinestar
- Part time poet, full time librarian, student of the delights of milk chocolate. Likes books, milk, paddling, poetry, scribbling, chocolate, notebooks, sea, piers. Not necessarily in that order. All work copyright cih.