There are people that wonder
Around the brick ways and platforms
Talking excitedly of books and
seeking connections
Open your ear and their favorites will be yours
and their favorites will be mine.

As April closes we adventure,
revel in sleep–once refreshed
we field for new places
touching each with a specific shared emptiness.
Rails support the journeys
but can’t feel the love in our feet.
They just carry us by
and if the weather wears us thin,
make on without us.

There are people on brick ways
and platforms,
speaking excitedly about the
warmth anomaly.
Making connections that only scratch the surface.