A cellos purple fifth

I heard a cellos
purple fifth
hung between a cobweb
and a single star.

I heard a fat man’s
ugly rage
blast onto his young wife’s
fearful face.

I heard my feet fall
into place,
running towards…and running
…..running….

to stamp upon, to break

(Totnes train station)

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