The blind was drawn.
Leaving by train,
a letter in my lap, windows
unmarred by the city's erosion
to inconstant gray.
She sat across from me,
Foi o Mar in her eyes.
Black cloth billowed
in those dark sea eyes
like our breath...
in time with the engine.
Tacitly, we shared a burden.
Head against the pane,
I succumbed in dream
to the double-drone.
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