Cupping water out of
the stream with their
hands and throwing it
at each other.
Out of breath in the chase,
and remembering you
have to go home soon.

Old shoes sticking to
the black top, and you
dragging your feet from train
to train, until you see it.
A statue of a bird with
fire clenched in its talons
taking up space in the center
of the station.

People lean against it while they
wait, and talk on the phone about
the things that they hate. Dwelling on
old grudges that melt into the floor
like snowmen in the spring.
While the glass roof above them is
covered in a combination of sun
and rain.

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