King from Kingsland


You were in my way on that day. I asked you to move, that I might shoot what I wanted. You looked a little rough and tough- probably why no one else was sitting next to you. I thought I was being polite, explaining my assignment and asking you to move. Out of frame, you complied, more than happy to oblige.

Started clicking away, click, click, click… nup, crap.

The shot was right there from the start. “Hey bro, sorry can you move back in the frame?” (I was too self-conceited to see soul- you tucked it away. Hubris never recognises humility.)

We boarded the train and you paid our tickets as though we were your children.
You disembarked at Kingsland station- obviously the land where kings like yourself live.

Thanks Rod, nice to SEE you.


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