Friday, 4 April 2014

Catching the Train from Scarborough

You gave me a lift to the station
With just minutes on the railway clock.

You stopped with a flourish in the car park.
Our life is a roundabout.

Your name I said leaving the front seat
As we came to our usual fork.

Your smile was in the takeaway coffee
I drank slowly, all the way, to York.

Stuart Larner

published in Scarborough Review Issue 8, March/April 2014

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