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autumn train rides

Posted by Emily Greenquist on October 14, 2024

Each seat of our train is filled with the same people waving on the platform. We arrive and wave to ourselves, return, wait, refill, wave. I’m the dots of red, moving and sitting still, looking for my sameness again.

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