Glassy and still the river
Boats rest gently
Atop their reflections

The junction
Between river and air
Crystal clear and sharp

Tired faces
And bunched up shoulders
Populate my train
As two towers of smoke
Quietly rise

A pitched whine of closing doors
Makes a strange music
And a pair of sneezes
Is sent my way

Outside
Frozen water
Clings to grasses

Parallel steel lines sparkle
As smoky sky trails
Signify the industrial art
Of this landscape

Squabbling gulls
Fighting for leftovers
Pay no heed
To what I see

Two towers of smoke
On the horizon
Remind me
Of the insidious dance
Of war