Blades of grass collecting crusted mud beside the train tracks
of the downtown transit
remind me fast of how much traffic we passed on foot paths
through both the Summer and Fall

If you don't recall, it was a lot of traffic.
Better call sometime because if you don't then I won't.

Loose change falling from a palm into a used cup becomes
your swinging wallet chain
regardless the fact there's barely a reason for rerun
I find similarity

Enough to see the lies of your lines
between those of some clean, plate glass windows