II. Passing Tracks

I was

One step from the train

You missed,

Two carriages

From the face I kissed

And never glanced again,

As we are

Crossing paths;

Accidental syntax

We are sewn together;

A needle

Threading days

Through the paper sky

As you and I,

We are

All of us

Tripping over

Shedded skin

Along the trail;

Spraying paint

To set ideas asail

On the sensible shore
I am

In awe of the destinations,

Our chance relations;

A stranger’s touch

That felt so much

Like poetry

On a crowded platform;

We are the freeform verse,

The coursing lines

That intertwine like vines,

The passing tracks.

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