Originally published in IU’s Canvas Creative Arts magazine

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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.