At The Station

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #382

Words:  wind, neck, spin, howl, hundred, play, touch, shop, drop, lucky, train, plan

Hear howl of wind spin,
touch my neck like a play
of icy affection. A hundred
plans dropped from my mind
as I waited on the nearly
deserted platform for last
train. Late evening.
Even shops had locked up
for the night. I don’t know.
Am I lucky to be going home?


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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