Anthony Ward’s poem Projection appeared here in March 2014.

Vessels
By Anthony Ward

I see her on the subway with her plethora of hats,
All wooly and lopsided where her hair trundles out
That she tucks behind her ear with unconscious momentum
As a smile breaks out from her custodial countenance,
And I chase after it to recapture it–
To intern at my own pleasure.

I feel born into here although I’m never habituated.
Every time I see her I’m primarily intrigued,
Transfixed in transit at 2 0m/hr 1000 m/hr
Linearly pulled into her orbit,
The gravity between us keeping us apart,
Before the doors exhale our held breath.