|One icy eve beneath starless sky
down subway veins steel boxes fly
their cargo clasping together
faces dry with street-weathered sighs
wrapped around metal in fleshy vines
gently, they shift and sway
like clothes drying on washing lines.
It was here among this creaking crew
I saw her standing, fey and fair
with almond eyes and ghostly hair
but in a moment the doors exhaled
bodies pushed and pulled and flailed
she was gone, and it would seem
but the lingering memory of a dream.