Racing to the door,
Won swift of
Foot and pedal
Pushing heavy
Lids wide open
At the edge of
My enchanted town.
Skipping over
Turf held by
No one, barbed
Wire enclosing
Wrecks that
Litter in the
Road as weeds
Possess them,
Burned around.
Gate cum bridge
Entices glances
Made to check
Safe passage,
Once upon the
Island turnstile
Lights float
Up as they
Fall down.
Here is where
Six flights of
Fill with
Joy to catch
Her half asleep
As doors
Close tight,
Soft strokes to
Us and a
Good night.

rjw, 7/18/96

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