The Girl on the Train

Trains are a favourite
place.  You really never
know what's going to
be in them.  Some graffiti,
stale vomit, or advertising.
Even a seat if you're
lucky.  But the faces make
the train ride, along with
the sounds.  Some faces are
round, others long and thin.  Some
can be outright ugly, and
quite loathsome.  On the other
hand, there are usually a
few pretty ones, a couple of
cute ones, and the odd spectacular
one.  But there is one I rarely
see, but have had the pleasure
of standing next.  I know my
day will always be good, as
her face is etched in my


written by Chich, Chicago's Australian Poet Laureate


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