Light from below

The train station was magic

at first glance

with lights shining,

brass gleaming,

people streaming happily

at a different pace

from the outside.

But the digging left

a jagged scar,

a gash filled with

sadness borne of

injury and loss,

covering hurt with

sublime color and a

supreme rattle.

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