A MOMENT AT EDGWARE ROAD

by Luke Otley

I saw you running-
your legs so thin
like two toothpicks in a cherry
I feel like if I coughed
I could have blown you clear
away

Where were you going
I wonder, now gone
as I arrive on the platform
a shuffle, a hunched secret
In an alcove
I studied the dark date
shapes in a steel cover to somewhere
And there was the train-
people followed it like an ideal
but I stayed still