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The deserted station

The deserted station

Waiting at the Station.

All these faces of no connection passing
quickly through on their way somewhere.
Sometimes we see things in the window,
not realising they are reflections
until the light changes or the curtains close
and we realise we are on the outside looking in.
You can catch yourself this way, looking beautiful,
just before the ravages of the day.
It is a moment for the real person to be seen,
before we are shattered, everyone and no one.