I Ferarra
Andrew Ruzkowski
A train comes to a stop.
Two sweat soaked passengers amble out
from car D with clothes stuck
to their skin like wet rice paper.
Both are red in the face.
Both wearing guilty smiles
like the Cheshire cat.
Both fully satisfied from their
exhibitionist release.
You can see the pneumatic brake
shove two winter dry leaves
up to the knees of the travelers.
The train begins to roll, the leaves settle.
