Another Friday at the Station

[Mark A Becker]

Sometimes you head for a place
you don't remember
how to get.

Spring, slid behind light
rain and low clouds. You wait
for them to pass,


The differences are small in meaning, but huge in tone and emphasis and atmosphere and sense of character and mood.

That's merely a quick and general response.

Thanks rowens, that is a very good quick and general response- removing the word debris. I appreciate it.