Pete Dowe

Rookie - 1 Points (Australia)

Near Miss - Poem by Pete Dowe

I run harder, faster
for the carriage,
any carriage,
hear departure ‘toot’
grab door handle_
but Connex ¹ keeps going.

Dead on my feet
another would-be-passenger
biting platform dust
sit at empty station
a loser_

kept company
by automated announcements

thirty minutes ‘til
crossing bells ring
interrupt summer night
so quiet, debarked dogs
can’t howl at the moon.

A beacon of light

The time has come.

The wait_
is over.

1. Connex operates Melbourne Metropolitan Trains.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 16, 2008

Poem Edited: Sunday, December 14, 2008

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