It’s late,
tired faces
surround him.
He sits
in a corner
on the train
his reflection
in the window,
She sits
beside him
on the aisle
into him.
He draws her gaze
to a magazine
with plastic people.
He opens
his laptop.
Her attention,
snake fast
to his screen.
He stares blankly
at a page.
The wheels
beat out
a steady rhythm.


3 thoughts on “Corners

  1. Love the rhythm & the style of your poem … & love the way you’ve woven intrigue into a pretty ordinary situation – though I guess there is no such thing as an ordinary situation?

    So few words needed to paint a beautifully shaded picture of two people’s aloneness-togetherness on a train. Brilliant!

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