waiting
for the train
like an icicle
a six foot
frozen stalagmite
on the platform
onboard
out the window
flurries flying
you can see the cold
gray skies
a certain grimness
downtown
wind off the lake
meets you exiting station
can’t feel my face
embassy six blocks
feels like miles
file paperwork
must be in person
needless formality
matter of minutes
close the door
into the arctic
lunch then train
where I started
parking lot
large plowdrift
behind my car
thanks a lot
