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
watches the boy at the far end of the train
though she pretended not to.
She ignored him in that peculiar way,
eyes averted and feet planted due north,
though the tone in the air had shifted
and she felt his electric wave beneath her skin:
like when a hand holds another for the first time
and knows that it has just done something wonderful.