Patio of the station

The sun warms his face
while he stands on the patio
of the station.
The crowd gathers
he waits for the train.

From a distance
he hears a
mournful, hopeful whistle,
and can not help but
to go on, to stay?

Does he have a choice?

26 November 2011
Staples Mill Amtrak Station
Richmond, VA

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