II. Passing Tracks

One step away from

The train you missed,

Two carriages close to

The face you kissed

And never glanced again:

We are crossing paths

Accidental syntax

We are sewn together

One needle

Threading days

Through the paper sky,

You and I,

Are tripping over

Shedded skin,

(Another trail),

Spraying paint

To set ideas asail

On the open shore.
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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