Poetry Map of Scotland, poem no. 240: Thurso

Thurso Station 1948

Dangling his legs over the platform
edge, waiting for nothing to happen,
he looks at me the way the dead do
except that he's me, watching himself
now. Someone shouts. Shunted carriages
he hasn't seen loom in. He rolls up
                  And away.


Robin Fulton Macpherson

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