It’s as welcoming as entering the station
She looks like a young French actress
blackened walls mortar grayed
somewhere is the smell of fresh coffee
Those empty huts could make a home
the ponies skirt bonfire remnants
there is plenty of wood trackside
Andrew Taylor is a Liverpool born poet and editor now living in Nottingham. His debut collection, Radio Mast Horizon, is published by Shearsman. Poems have recently appeared in The Morning Star, Stride, Otoliths and Pages. He is co-editor at erbacce and M58, a blogzine of visual poetry. http://www.andrewtaylorpoetry.com
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