FOR A MOMENT

riding the train to town
under the rain and the sunshine
and
all
the
bright dark inbetween

man stands on a deserted walkway
outside
an
industry building of glass
and corrugated white

on a smoke break
talking on a phone

for a moment

i
am
him

watching the parade of small faces
slide
past
the polished rail junction
fifty yards
and
a
fence
away