Train Train

Facing out
on the down bound train
she stares out the window
but sees nothing.
She is too close to the glass
so breath fogs the pane
beyond visibility,
and anyway, it’s too dark to see anything
at such a late hour.

She is deep in thought, though,
viewing, perhaps
something beyond the visible.
If she experiences anything,
it is clearly not a pleasant thing.
Her face betrays no joy.

Something is going on
for her,
something solemn,
something secret,
as the train goes down.

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