Tube Station

The tube lift mounts,
sap in a stem,
And blossoms its load,
a black, untidy rose.

The fountain of the escalator
curls at the crest,
breaks and scatters
A winnow of men,
a sickle of dark spray.

Submitted by Stephen Fryer

poem by Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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