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Arrival at Waverley Station

Author: Morwenna Griffiths

Homecoming. We’ve left the dark miles of fields and trees.
Home. The train stops under the high roof.
We’ve come home to high cliffs of tenements and volcanic rock.

The dark has gone; the city, ever-lit, is here:
Yellow street lights, bright shop windows,
Night sky above these narrow streets.

Silent towering basalt.
Tall sandstone buildings hide those inside.
While all around the crowd’s murmurs
Rise above the steady hum of the city night.