Intensely serious beneath a surface of lightness
one train clunka-clunks and swerves
just a tad on the track, and husbands
and some single men blink tightly, fearing
their choices--seat, career, this trip, this seat
--a lightness beneath the surface of intensely serious
while one train passes astoundingly
and quick flashes of children gloat at their real selves
giddily dancing, a speed-dream, a quick, delightful scare,
and they--being two--scream shrilly,
gleefully while husbands and some single
men, intensely serious beneath a surface of lightness
shroud themselves in love and what it means to them,
like shrill children or soft, caring fingers--cold, but only on the tips.
And while some men sneeze, one train
clunks to a slower-running speed, releases steam,
whistles--which never sounds high pitched, rather an alto's "Whoaaaaa,"
not a siren, nor a banshee, just a call.
Lightness beneath a surface of lightness.
Intensely serious, they whistle, as if all one train.