Failed on the prompt front but did write this today…
Workman’s train
There was the boiler-suited man laying out
strands of tobacco.
There was the girl watching a boy sprint down
the platform yet again.
There was the woman with bright turquoise eyes
before we knew about coloured lenses.
There was the boiler-suited man’s tongue licking
the edge of a Rizla paper.
There were flappy umbrellas with rain rivulets.
There were Manchester Guardians and Sporting Pinks.
There were station-masters waving flags but maybe
just in films.
There was the boiler-suited man taking a drag
from his roll-up and halving it.
There were people we knew by name
and many more we didn’t.