Concave Bench
Train diaries poem collection
I land myself on the concave bench
It bulges and retracts
Like anger in a child
The tide that swells before
It fully goes out
Closer and further by design
Pulls the sand dunes
with the breeze and the beach
changes shape.
Broken escalator on the other side
and the tide of commuters clock in
swelling the platform spilling out
as th…