To Head Home

Bird-dance white
she, the unheeding
woman Rhythm
Everyone else stands
or sits.

Along a divide of people
high-hums old spirit
metal premises made
new for commuters.

A group stares down
minding the rails,
knowing the rails
just Wait.

from one heaven angle
two Parallels bare
sweating rails.

emergent rustup the heaven
angle, backward
Parallel from the ground.
down in reverse

as one man Heels an Arc
to gaze down
a chart
rows, rising for
the occasional
clock Change.

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