McAdam Railway Station #12
“He startles the unaware, that man by
the door, in uniform, with his youthful
looks and old-fashioned peaked cap,
fingers poised by his silver watch chain
ready to pull out his Waltham pocket watch
and check the time against the master-clock.
Two ladies wait in the waiting room.
One wears winter robes of red and black
while the other wears velvety green. Both
are motionless, one seated, one standing. Yet
if you watch them from a corner of one eye,
you will see shadowy gestures as their lips move.
Overnight they have changed into summer
clothes, gauzy, almost see-through, flowery
patterns, light-weight wedding boots, laced,
restful, cool, thin-soled. ‘Are you for real?’
I ask the standing one, for a joke. When she
nods and winks, a chill settles over the room.”