Wiggling out bedroom window – a little further,
reaching towards railcar siding,
commuter–train roars, shaking security bushes
between rowhouse and track.
Updraft blowing whiffs of dirty-dish-water-blond hair.
Precariously, butt square on weather worn windowsill.
Big toe leading the flex of right foot
Pinching around posts of rare Goodwill find.
It seemed you could have reached
if stretched a little more.
Uncoiling even further
not giving one thought to what could happen
if aluminum cladding catches
with soft fingertip.
Staring down dirt alley
under elevated rails
long after the train clears
listening to the engine
the roar of the train subsides.
Studying the route until
Brown-line train passed west Warner Avenue
no longer able to tell the difference
between rumbling train and
people busy along the lane.