into thin air
she sat reading a book
never looking up as the train
raced and abruptly stopped time and again
as if it had some place it needed to be
she reminded me of a morning star
transiting along smog filled clouds
maybe noticeable but memorable
slowly becoming consumed by a rising sun
I raced and stopped like the train
attempting to get closer
drawn to discover the title of the book
or why she always disappears
september two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters
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jdubqca 
Oh, I do hope she turns out to be a ghost.
she can be anyone she wants I would suspect…
That’s what happens when you read a lot, are imaginative, and lean toward the theatrical, I suppose. 🙂
What do you want her to be?
Well this could be me as I read your poem on the train this morning … enjoyed it, John. Have a good week xx
Thanks, Loredana, and same to you xo
Very intriguing John! 🙂 Kind of feels dream like, and as if leading you into a greater story.
Thanks for revisiting here again, Suzy. I too feel there is more to tell here….
I have felt that when I read on commuter trains…
so easy to get lost in such places…