I have met the
sixfortythree
on consecutive
Saturdays
(but have only travelled once)
The early geraniums
are huddled against
the north wind
they are as chilled as I am
(but have a warm perfume)
The steam special
is today hauled by a diesel
but the carriages
remain the same
(it has a long journey)
As I leave
I note
kimono patterns
on the leaves
(summer is on its way)