Enfolded by pure darkness
a train slips through the hills,
past the occasional litter of homes
leaking yellow light.
In a kitchen window
the silhouette of an enormous man who thinks,
gazing at the train,
he could love anyone on board.
Mark JACKLEY
Collected in THERE WILL BE SILENCE WHILE YOU WAIT
Plain View Press
Wow. Love that feeling, to be hit in such a strong way by so few words. Wow.