Your Transfer Is My Token
On this
ghost ship, a Metro
bus spewing fumes
of diesel
...past window seats
moving not so very fast
within square after
square after square
of city storefront
glass, I meet myself
street side,
there...
A stranger
framed and
hunched
in ever-thinning air.
Shortest Tale Of An Unrequited Crush Ever To Make An Amtrak Porter Blush
Pleasure and pain,
two trains
coupling...she called
out his name,
over the shriek
of steel wheels
braking...then she got
off.
