“The Metrorail”

By Thomas Page

Whether on cool, misty mornings or one

Won over by sweltering heat some train, main artery of the city, somewhere,

Care of no one, is slowly churning near

Mere moments of civilization there.

Where are these passengers going today?

May there be a moment of reflection,

Inflection of the conductor saying

Waning announcements of missed termini;

Why am I never ready for weather?