Originally published in IU’s Canvas Creative Arts magazine
Spotted from a train window,
I saw you sitting there
With your head buried in a book.
As I passed
I couldn’t read the spine,
But I saw your lips
Curve
Into a smile,
So I can only imagine a comedy,
And I hope it’s one
That sends your shoulders
Shaking in silent laughter,
That sets a grin on your face,
One that stays the whole day,
That never fades,
Even after the gray clouds gather,
Break open,
Pour down their rain
Upon your umbrella.
I hope you look up,
Drops speckling your glasses
And smile.
Spotted from a train window,
Sitting on a bench,
Waiting for your train
To take you
Wherever you’re going.
Spotted from a train window,
A smile.
