The first passengers board
this dry train on a wet day
crowding in their dampness
pulled with a heave, with a sigh
The loud ache of weight
on metal turning curves groans
left, groans right, catching
its breath at each station
Metro rain
June 19th, 2008 · No Comments · Older Essays
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