MoP 29: Waiting at the Station

Waiting at the station
The last train from Clarkefield
is thirty minutes late
but the night is mild
and clear
we are alone
in the empty carpark
we watch a wild cat
as it watches us
this pub-two-houses-and-an-auto-wrecker hamlet
must be holding its breath
as land is released to developers
and the ghosts of populations past
stir and rumble