The Platform

She’s sitting at the platform waiting on the train; she checks her watch and feels hope fade, that her efforts are in vain.

The urban dwellers are all huddled under snowflakes big as pucks. “Drugs are not the answer.”said the addict. “This weather kinda sucks.”

They’re living and they suffer and I am moving on. My train has picked me up at last and in my memory they are gone.

Dennis Mantin