the sound of the trains comes thinly
hand in hand with rain
shivering into droplets against the smudged glass of the window
two handprints on the outside, small and light
vowels seem redundant
but esses less so
in these days of much
i have a tripleword score lined up ready to win
but sometimes i just make up words and no one would ever really know
but me
i would know
until i chose to forget
the floors creak more loudly than i remember
the words whistle in a whisper
dubyas are four points
i remember
