We Slept Here
We slept here
on Waverley Bridge
under the shadow of a granite ridge
Next to the only station
named for a novel -
our open-air waiting room, no place to travel
Just along from the Spoons and the bars
by the pools of piss and broken jars
under the sober moon and stars
They swept beer.
A gull crept near.
We slept here.
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