Tuesday, March 04, 2008

i watched the train pull
into the station across
the brilliant reflection
in your shoe, each car
curling around that leathery
black shine over your coolly
uncurled toes. when the
doors finally slid open
you stepped through
and the train turned neatly
inside out, spilling its
passengers like a prism
to pierce that stratum
of polish and swagger
.
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