Under the eye
of the station clock
she begins to pace,
scans for a familiar face,
eyes the pigeons pecking
at breakfast croissant crumbs
demolished at her feet.
Too early or too eager,
embarrassed when she finally sees him
in the surge of crowd.

Kim M. Russell, 22^nd October 2018

Tooting Bec LU Station Clock (Ryan Taylor 1986) – image found on Fiveprime

My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille #67 – early

I’m hosting the Quadrille this Monday with the word ‘early. Whether you’re early or late, come and join us – the prompt is open all week!