22 February 2011

Narahenpita Railway Crossing . 0645 am

Dark children , plastic buckets dangling  off their twig like limbs 
Like some bizarre fruit   
on their way to the tap at the end of the lane,  where rusted water run
wave their hands
 at the Six seventeen rushing past 
more of  habit than with any hope 

The train hoots 

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