Standing
outside,
darkness,
she watches
him
settle
in
his seat
newspaper,
magazine,
candy
bar,
captain’s
hat perched
carefully
above
bathed
in light
he
turns and sees her,
smiling,
he
places
his palm
on
the window for her
to
fit her palm against
as
the train begins
its
first lurch
forward
Tweetspeak Poetry has a
poetry prompt today – night poetry, with a promise.
Photograph by Rostislav Kralik via Public
Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
OhMyOh!
ReplyDeleteDid the photo come with the prompt or did you attach that image to your poem? Either way, wowzer.
BLessings.