On the train to Grand Central station

looking out the gloomy window lintel
on life passing by. not too fast.
trying to capture the smudged landscape
filtered by raindrops, trickling on the dusty glass.

She, was caught up in my frame. Accidentally  
and her tear, that slipped by me. then.
- was rediscovered on my pc screen
a month latter, in Tel Aviv.

Postmodern postmortem