Poem by Mary Hobson

Movement of Trains

Thoughts,
like stones in a sieve,
jostle for survival.
Wheels clatter
over the rails.
Details
are shaken through the dusty grid,
witty unspoken retorts,
what they said, what he did,
leaving the ones that matter.
And you live
with your own,
travelling only to postpone
arrival.

1. The Counsellors
2. Now I will always know that you died
3. Another Winter in Zaraisk…
4. Snow in Zaraisk
5. Meditations on Marcus Aurelius

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