Attempting a poem a week. Maybe some other musings. Always a work in progress. Satisfaction not guaranteed.

At the Station

She thought the universe winked at her
but it just had something in its eye
some harsher truth to impart.

Watch long enough for signs and wonders
they will appear, deceptive in their nature.

Anna Karenina at the station 
finds she’s missed the last train,
calls an Uber and heads for home.

December

Embers