it arrives at every station

I watched him leave the platform
Suitcase in hand, putting his hat on his head
Right foot
Left behind
As the train was departing.

Shrieking metal, the clamor of voices; an overhead command

He was, for lack of a better word
Leaving a mark on society
All in all just another stain on the wall

A permanent fixture in a temporary form

Spray painted in vibrancy
There is no small feat to behold
As the ferryman bargains for his fair share

“What is the price of a free ticket?” He asked transparently

Throwing sideways glances at what transpires
We all stop in awe
In admiration of the abstract.

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