Window seat screen
Landscape slicking by
Hazy green blur and miserable sky
Streaks of distant towns
Split second stations
Drops of rain dragging across the pane
Green lino
Squinty lights and green seats
Window open, air whistling in
Still makes me jump when another train snaps by
Crammed in like sardines
Stuffy and humid
Personal space invaded
Finally juddering, slowing
Screeching into darkness
Criss-crossing silvery lines
And spheres of white light
Stepping into the sharp air
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