six pit junction
near the limit of our surmise
where to walk further was to lose touch
there was six pit junction
a ruin of something walled in stone
and the pit itself fenced off darkness
yes care trespassed but only until
bravado was quenched
later it was capped leaving just a vent
to drop stones through and wait
for the inevitable response
six pit is where we train spotted
the reverberations telling of
a chance encounter with a new one
a new number
a new name
a new class of train
to be booked at speed
how beautiful they shone on a summer day
when the hours were stretched in warmth
camaraderie chatting of the next train
to the next station in life
booked now in this poem
underlined and noted
what a beaut
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