More drafting.


Today I found
a pocketful of calm
in the snuffles of a woman
on the train.

Rain scratched the windows
as the clouds folded us
in their density,
a duvet of grey
coaxing our noses
into hayfever snarls.

Outside, I can hear
the earth giving
to water, the grass
sipping at streams
as the landscape churns
through fragile waves.

At the station I hold
my hand out to the air,
testing for life,
a drop moves through me
like the wind.


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