The train lurch its way to a known destination
Outside islands-neighborhoods appear and disappear
The train stops at one station
And then at another
As if to judge the aspect of the defeated contenders--the island-neighborhoods
Inside the train a sea of
gadget holding women tapping their
toes to inaudible music.
And in their middle there I sit
Just another face
thinking of the train and myself
on my way back home.
