a contemplation

the approaching train
a smell of ozone
a scent of a must

a sleeping on the platform
homeless man
scattered petals around
a comfort

she is reading newspaper
(I had a glimpse)
perpetuating garbage
a sense of belonging

squeezing fingers
holding a paper cup
a morning anemia
plus some caffeine

the screeching wheels
of the leaving train

an indifferent conductor’s face

this is the moment
when then day begins

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