The Slow Screech
.
How fortuitous that I should be
'pon this train
alone
behind
one alone
suddenly there was the
slow screech
hiss
the jerk
Her eyes
Her slow turn
Past I
Her blue eyes
her brush
‘gainst I
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2010
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