the neon yellow pitter patter.

A delayed train the neon yellow boards

flicker and rearrange the destination

the tannoy chiming out platform change

the chimes have stopped

The turn styles locked 

the rain pitter patter across sprayed roads

those waves hanging as you pressed paused

In that newly dyed dress is running away

and you wish you could sail away on umbrella  boats

those imaginary friends those guessing games

the hats made of childhood books

the ink running down our painted faces

The rubbish blowing around

whilst clock watching