Waiting on the Gray

The zig-zing of his glassy wings Vibration on the stony surface A familiar course interrupted Smell of sweat and dry platform I tiptoed around the pillar
Train Station King's Cross

Daydream Cinema

The camera spotted A man in brown Among the stormy silence of passengers at King’s Cross Kisses, arms and arms In the faint gleam of twilight and dust Brown and gray Flooding Hundreds of heated souls Crammed and crushed with bond of love Into one body