Poem for a slow day

What can I say ?
       I hear the gentle mutter
of rain falling
       this grey morning
and a lone pigeon cooing
       somewhere off in the distance
and the sound of a train
       moving down the line

: otherwise the air is still
       not a breath of breeze
a moment all but frozen in time
       a day struggling to get going

John Lyons

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