Electric City
& on my own
for whatever reason
Stumbling by
railway cuttings
in dim magenta haze
Bright hopes
of yesterday
water-run & padlocked
Mouldings
raked by
lights from a passing train
a moment's
affirmation
in a wearisome existence
21 iv 1969
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