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,


A stranger
framed and

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


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