Through the checkered grating of York-Dauphin station,
Clinging ‘tween the iron bars With fragile rays.
Through the checkered grating Of Tioga station,
A rounded hump, now flooding sound, yet colored, seen.
Through the checkered grating of Torresdale station,
Aloft, so proud and arrogant, boring through the fragile screen.
Copyright © Robert Allen | Year Posted 2020
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