travel poem, Central Station
Central Station late at night is its own world, other worldly.
It could be anywhere on the planet too.
Have the renovations been finished?
Beautifully expressed longing Mark Mordue.
Walking down Foveaux from the Trade
shining with sweat and smoke
Jim Beam and Julie Mostyn
to an empty Central and a journey
back to church on Sunday.
Great descriptions of rain & sand & a crowded room & late night trains & time-slips in the mind. & heartbreaking, too.
Thanks Moira.
Central Station late at night is its own world, other worldly.
It could be anywhere on the planet too.
Have the renovations been finished?
Beautifully expressed longing Mark Mordue.
Walking down Foveaux from the Trade
shining with sweat and smoke
Jim Beam and Julie Mostyn
to an empty Central and a journey
back to church on Sunday.
Great descriptions of rain & sand & a crowded room & late night trains & time-slips in the mind. & heartbreaking, too.
Thanks Moira.