The barren colours of synthetic paints
Clash exotically with yielding greens
Dead weeds mimicking the warm copper of rusted rails
And complementing the soft blue
Of breezy skies specked with thoughtful clouds,
The image framed by wires above and the platform edge.

Each second new characters are introduced,
Their unique stories telling themselves to any inquiring mind
A huge balding man dressed in mint
By a short pink woman, impatiently glancing at the time
The comical pair wanders away after nasal messages;
Public school kids, their individuality
Shining through their purple uniforms;
A man whose fluorescent expression gives away his thoughts
As he strides down the platform and glares at the concrete.
Trains like friendly caterpillars trundle in,
Buzzing and hissing like angry wasps.

The contrast and juxtaposition of the train station
Forcing all elements of the city together
Create this living piece of art,
Shocking and wondrous, despite superficial urban banality,
And I know I will see a hundred other masterpieces,
Framed by the train window, as I make my journey home.