love (in a time of passing trains)

I have no
ticket

just a hiss
then a kiss

a clatter down the line

doors open
on the platform side

in and out
and
in and out

I wait

one north
one south

go

go

go

go

don’t need
a ticket
to stand
right in the heart
right here
where I am

just a hiss

just
a kiss

the door will open
on the platform side


© Frank Prem, 2017

October 2017 Poem #03: a movement of richness

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