the country sped by
in all its dusted brown glory
for the second time in one day
and it was only 2pm
i’d finished my work
had a bit of a walk around town
and hopped on the train home
i should’ve stayed longer
but felt defeated by thoughts
of peak hour public transport
of things
to be done
and of people
and their expectations
of my availability
so I left
wondering what
hidden things
I might’ve found
If I’d had more time
to look.

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girl on the platform writes sideways, words streaming away from her mouth.

we leave by dark. Dead ferris wheel looms in the distance, underlit.

outer suburbs. Lights in the distance, occasional tail-lights as a car moves out, away from here.

red flash of a crossing, erased by the low whirr of a passing train. Morning light is coming, slowly.

colours are still muted; occasional patches of green grass, and everything else.

a chestnut-brown bull looks at our passing train and licks his lips.

(originally posted to twitter).

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