Albion Place, W6
By the railway tracks
the trains speed by,
but we are still
We notice the sky,
the trees, the birds.
We notice the silence
between the words.
By the railway tracks
there is life in the cracks,
foxgloves bloom in the
spaces between the bricks
We slip through the cracks
and catch our breath
and we don't mind the gap,
though it may seem,
to you,
like death
