Newark

Newark

On a Newark station platform,

waiting for the train
to New York City,
the only sound is the light
against the rails and
a man speaking to God
on an imaginary telephone.
His voice slides across metal
and comes to us,
the dream we once all had:
I saw a picture of you in a bathing suit, God.
you looked just like us.

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