An
experiment with a
poem with no
verbs
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The man and the woman on the
train.
The man with his forehead against the
window.
The woman with her eyes, focusless, on the
aisle.
Between them,
silence.
Outside, the snow on the
ground.
The lightness of the few flakes still in the
air.
The hint of the brightness of the sun behind the
clouds.
The space between the man and the woman on the train.
Just enough space for a
child.
But
empty.
Sadly empty.
Tragically empty.
Far back from the train, the
cemetery.
A plot with just enough space for a child.
The man and the woman on the train.
His arm, outstretched, towards her
body.
His open hand absentmindedly upon her
belly.
Upon the subtle bulge of new
life.
Far forward from the train, the uncertain
future.