Behind the Glass (train)
Pulling out of the station
I see each painted face
petulant, expectant, grimacing
joy,
perhaps.
then a blur
each face belongs to
every body
we reach the tunnel
enshrouded by the
darkness of anonymity
our window turns
opaque, and my reflection
stares back at me.
I smile reassuringly at her
she smiles back
behind the glass.
Through wordless
nudge-grunts
my brothers make sure
I know it's our stop;
we are leaving.
I see that
they care
though they isolate their
conversations, boyspeak
one's hand grips
an edge of the door
to hold it
open if
they were to begin
to close
lest they separate
us 3.
I step from
the metal box into
a concrete labyrinth
we hurry
and I write this poem
in the back of my head
transforming feelings to pictures to words
on the
way
to school.
Title Quote: Summarum, Sky Falling
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