Thoughts at East Richmond Station

<p>From East Richmond station the sky looks like an ashen sink:</p> <p>Grey perpetual, flat and dirty,</p> <p>Enlivened just enough,</p> <p>With the underlying stain of urban rush,</p> <p>And by the buildings cut into the blur like,</p> <p>Pale blue veins intersecting wrists,</p> <p>That one could deem it beautiful.</p> <p>The bats amid it all: black floaty oddities,</p> <p>Reclaiming the night,</p> <p>Without heralding, or applause;</p> <p>A silent show,</p> <p>Of flitty otherness against the grey of skyline normalcy.</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/@abbeyrosejones/the-sky-is-my-ashen-dirty-sink-1a0ecb577de6"><strong>Read More</strong></a></p>