Michael Gary Davis Poems

From my seat I see the ramp
That would walk me to my past.
Imagined footsteps mark the paths
Pinned in place by memories like spires
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I saw you once, waiting for the train
To take you home after school.
For five years you commuted each way,
Over an hour there and back.
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I paused last night
And watched you whilst you read.
You looked so small sat in
The corner of the room,
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