The Late Train

by on April 24, 2024 :: 0 comments

A bellowing of blackbirds swims the charcoal sky
As we sweep through ruthless urban sprawl
She gazes her socials, her reflection beaming
The carriage windows become mirrors as night sets in
Her eyes crave the light they missed
so she asks an App when tomorrow’s sunset

Planted in his ears, two white buds
trickle meditative words on stillness
While the tracks chatter and spark below,
he tries in vain to hear the message
Tonight, he only buries restlessness

Across the aisle, two settled side by side
Their shoulders touch as though shaped to fit
Moving with the sudden drop and sway of each incline
They share an armrest with no need to find the other’s hand

– Karen Lawler

editors note:

And so see yourself in this mirrored night. – mh clay

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