As the swirl of conversation
flows from a field of constant transformation,
People sow the seeds of habit,
uttering pages of inadequate words as delays seem imminent.
Looking around you can feel the silence as a couple
with blackened looks scowl at one another
and you hear the woman’s silent scream
as she doesn’t want to make a scene.
Your attention then wanders to some teenagers
A boy and girl,
unbending loyalty to each other
as they seem welded together.
Elsewhere
the air is thick with anticipation as little children watch
and
in seconds
a jolt of excitement
sparks within them as mummy says “this is our train”
The guards on the platform
bearing the burden of the delays thwart
a touch of madness, with a war of words
Calmness is restored.
The clickety clack of the train on the tracks
Rivers of people flowing from the train
Waves more entering, squashed
On a hot sweltering day like salty sardines.
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