Always these intersecting lines

a railway junction, a train

terminal: wires and bolts, a barrier parallel

to the sky. Below looking up

Always these greys, it’s always

raining. A crossroad leading to a street

that bends. Downwards: bitumen and pitch

black shadows, sharp

iron railings: a vertical grid

lights refracted, unbroken

housefronts

Always at an angle, cold slabs drained sinister

impassive, oppressive, too narrow too

tall perpendicular dull white and upright

there