Platform Light Poem by Fred Rik Kesner

Platform Light

'Platform Light'

Between the last stair
and the first step down,
they carry both airs —
hay‑sweet and brick‑warm
—in the same breath.

The train waits,
engine ticking like a clock
that belongs to neither house,
and I stand in its glow,
already partway gone,
already halfway home.






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