Day 16 AtoZ Challenge
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At an Unknown Station
The old lady sat on the corner chair
In the waiting area of a secluded station
Legs folded back, holding a small clay urn
So close as if in warm embrace
The old man sat beside, torn and tattered
Cupping her shoulder bone
Looking intent at a distant sign
“I have been there,” it said
The lights faltering at the corner of ‘there’
The chill wind blew freezing the breath and the bone
The night sky folded the many moons
Mad and moulding
The old couple so still in darkness
Only the shadows of light and the furniture
Danced to some unrhythmic tune
The numbness around the old couple
Rippled and mutated into a cloud surrounding them
A stray dog deepened its look and froze
Beside the beggar counting the alms
The night siren blew, alarmed.
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