train skin
wore graffiti colors,
glass reflected eyes and faces,
buskers guitar
held long notes,
platform grey expanse
tactile under shoe,
bag under arm
pressed on board,
smell of air freshener
an attempt to find springs odor
yet came across as dull
and antiseptic,
coarse fabric seats
fabric mottled color
designer rooted in the 70’s,
each jolt of the carriage
added to the queasy feeling,
anticipation already riddled
body with tremors
cell phone ring
not the same but similar,
it would be ok,
station came closer,
on this station plaza
life would be reaffirmed,
as my father
seen for the first time
since my ride on the
carousel
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