By Paul Hostovsky

On the train
heading south
all the seats
facing north
like the meeting
of East and West
our heads turning slowly
on the headrests
toward each other
like two completely
different ways of life
coming together
on either side
of a body
of water
our eyes like
studying each other
from opposite shores
then entering
that body
wading through it
exchanging aloft
the moist and crumpled

Paul Hostovsky's poems have won a Pushcart Prize, the Muriel Craft Bailey Award from The Comstock Review, and chapbook contests from Grayson Books, Riverstone Press, and the Frank Cat Press. He has been featuerd on Poetry Daily, Verse Daily, Best of the Net, and The Writer's Almanac. A new collection, Dear Truth, is forthcoming from Main Street Rag. Visit his website at:

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