Original Poetry: Baker Street Station, London

Ghostly amber, shafted sunlight
penetrates the subterranean cavern
dimly reflecting from yellowed brick.
Etched, lit, Neo-Victorian arches
shadow inverse arcs and nearly
empty benches. Hollow footsteps
echo from the scuffed cement floor.

Warning grumbles seethe bone-deep.
An errant blast of cool breeze
sends newspaper pigeons flocking
and re-roosting. Vibrations grow
to a clamor while a probing light
emerges from its tunnel followed
by the rushing, screeching, braking
train with all its jolted cars
mocking a quiet escape within
double-paned glass and steel.
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