Sunday, December 10, 2006

The Vibrations off the Delancey Stop

After a ruckus day of the laughing and talking and the doing of stuff
We part company at the station.
You, uptown-bound and me, downtown.
Across the platform I hear my name
It is you - waving
We laugh and shout pleasantries across the tracks until a train rolls in.

Months later, I will stand on my side and hear
echoes of you across the tracks, across the country, all the way from your coast.

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