Railway
-She stands on the platform, her hair flowing, sunglasses covering the brown of her eyes. She fusses with a cell-phone but it’s useless and she puts it away. She looks around and walks up past me and waits. The train arrives, yet only her image is present in my mind, the glasses, her shape and her fair complexion. And they’re the remnants of childhood. I walk up past the door to the rail car in front of me and make my way in her trail, entering and passing, where she is now seated. She scoots over, toward the aisle, a […]