Spirit on the train
you wore trousers
under your thawb
and a raincoat
that wouldn't absorb
the sky's tears.
On your back you wore
a rucksack
I thought it looked heavy-
I wonder
did your clogs dig
into the ground
I thank heaven
everyday
that
you found
a way to
still exist
in a world
so heavily
shrouded
in mist.
