An Apparition
A sketched grey ghost
An open structure
That spirits of the past
Weave and whistle through
Leaving a cold chill
On misted memories
This, a riverside warehouse
Once filled with noise and movement
Now, stands tall and silent, 'Empty!'
But, if you allow your imagination to travel
And let your mind paint the scene
You will see!
Men in dungarees and flat caps
Moving, sorting, stacking
Dirty hands and faces
Signalling instructions with their arms
This, all day long till nightfall
When those flat capped crumpled figures
Snack boxes underarm
Hands in pockets,
Allows, the darkness, to shuffle them home
There, to wait for the dawn
When they will return
To that ghost by the river
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