It was one of those days
when the sun poured gold
into the air, and flecks of
light floated in shafts that
It reminds me of when my cousin and I
pricked our index fingers with a sewing
needle filched from my mother’s work basket.
Leaving by Train – Ashley -Elizabeth Best
Whiskered light throbs inside the station.
The chiming tunnel, its loud, lipped mouth agape.
Lacquer Prints [By Messenger] – Amy Lowell