Winter’s Train

Dark rainy morn with gusting wind
Train windows slashed with slicing drops.
Muffled and standing and crowded find
Each coach, more folk, absorbs at station stops.
Cape Town looms large thro’ murky gloom
Lights blinking out from massive towers.
Huddled, we scurry to heated room
Find shelter from mid-winter showers.

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