A pigeon ascends into sunshine
Gold soaked clouds slouch through a new sky
A bus rumbles it's way down a tangle of streets
Station coffee warmth roasts through the chill
Commuters stamp, huff and puff, glower in gloom
I tuck into a buttery croissant crumbs sprinkling like snow
As I leave behind this sleepy birdsong town
Train hurtling into the unknown.
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