One icy eve beneath starless sky

down subway veins steel boxes fly

Subwaytheir 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.