Marian Webb
17 March 2013
Pilgrim
I knew that man
standing at the station
in his broad-brimmed hat
and his priest's frock coat.
I wanted to kiss him
once
before he was a pilgrim
in this place
where I alit briefly
to see him
leave in the gleaming
train to who knows where.
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