Reflections in 1992 Stock windows
Mirror me twice, make me three,
Merge my hair twofold
As my head nods in time.

Striking a turn of the century path
Beyond the turn of another,
The twopenny tube is now
The red to the blue of
The meandering river,
Straight steel yin to
The Thames’ liquid yang.

A once apt name is become
A misnomer: New Works took
Urban rails to pastures old and
An ancient, embattled forest.

The platform of Blake Hall lies
Empty as I saw it in my youth,
The disappearance of trains
Irrelevant to its fortunes,
A world away from Oxford Circus,
From Liverpool Street,
From Bank and St Paul’s.

It’s a long way to face sideways,
But at least my reflections
Have one another for company
As the washing machine slows
From another spin.

03/30/2016

Posted on 05/12/2016
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