LATE TRAIN FROM A CITY STATION
(Composed prior to 1971; from manuscript held by B. Burke)See where the houses decaying are crowding the line in the rain,
with windows uncurtained, in brightness betraying
such backyard secrets to us in the train.
Trivial secrets, that nobody’s keeping
screened from the railway’s incurious eye.
Nobody loving, or laughing – or weeping
while the impersonal train rattles by.
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