Before the Storm
For a while I walked the paths
So merry during the sinful months
But now they are deserted
And like me await the storm
Which is drawing near
XYZ
Cold wind
Bright light
The violence of this day
Appals me
Fragments
The fading warmth of the November sun
Scorches the white bark
From the decaying trees
I do not grieve for them
Fast Trains and the Alleyway as recorded by Michael
The alleyway I use is partially hidden by a tall steel fence
It leads to a mundane car park which often used by fathers
Who let their children watch trains in complete safety
I do not own a car but use this alleyway each day
As I appreciate its safety features and the evergreen bushes
That inhibit its meandering path
It is late November and the days are surprisingly mild
The splendid summer does not want to draw to a close
I advise it to abandon the year and return when the days are longer
Many trains are passing through this station
They scream obscenities at me
I almost weep at their exhibition
A girl called Gillian greets her sister tenderly
She uses the alleyway each day as she owns a car
Gillian’s sister is on a train that is crossing the river bridge
She is asleep and dreaming of her sister Gillian
Neither sister is aware that they are only yards apart
As the train roars through the station
Vaslav Nijinsky is performing on the far platform
These are numbered one to five
There is no platform six
He is scared of fast trains and I note a nervousness in his performance
I possess no fear of trains and watch him dance
As I walk away from the railway station towards the car park
This area is now empty but I feel no regret
As I am the dancer Diaghilev