The skyline is jagged with cranes – dipping fishing lines into tracheal tunnels, to dredge compliments out of the brine and the brackish lachrymal funnels into which the day drains.
I jump-cut trains: Keeping trust in transit like my life’s a montage edit to teach the new hearts
Do not wish the world smaller.
Because one day you’ll grow taller and that faraway tree you longed to climb will stop somewhere below your eyeline and the Eurostar will be just another tube line where you lose the belt of your trench coat (maybe last Tuesday night?)
I will miss the boat more than your time.
© Georgina Barley 2018