In response to Billy Collins’s Love:
The boy at the far end of the train car
kept looking behind him
The girl with her large black case
in the unmistakable shape of a cello
noticed the boy at the far end of the train
Though she pretended not to.
She ignored him in a particular way,
eyes averted and feet planted due north,
even though the tone of the air had shifted
and there was electric flavor beneath her skin:
Like when a hand clasps another hand for the first time
and knows that it has just done something wonderful.