Trains
No cable cars in
Taumarunui a lot of
asphalt hot,
sticky in the summer
trains though and
the superb taste of
railway coffee
gargled in the
throat on the
Main Trunk Line
Drunks lean against
the station wall
brown paper covering
top shelf, but don’t
we all guess
Diapers on a washing
line in the distance
and below railway
sleepers, an ageing
grey and sharp stones
littering the railway
lines dream of travel
Seeing weeping
willows among cutty
grass growing wild
and daffodils yellow
bowing to the sun
waiting to be
spurted with water
from the river that
is to far out of
reach yet still
visible from the
carriages as heads
admire the view.
