Night Train To Scarborough
Union Station, Toronto
I stand and wait for the next train to pull in.
A woman plays a sax nearby
A jagged rendition of “Summertime”
her cap in front of her
waiting for a coin.
The train pulls in
I waited for travellers to get off
then I boarded and sat down
Inside is quiet
The doors are closed the train pulls away
I see people of all races get on and off
at the various stops along the way
and wondered at the multi cultures of
The passengers are silent
Some wrapped in their thoughts
Some asleep; some reading
The young lady sitting opposite had unusual eyes
the pupils were cat like !
she was eating from a bag of snacks
Overcome with curiosity I asked her
if they were her real eyes
she nodded and continued eating
she got off at the next stop
before I could ask her further questions.
The train pulled in at my station
I got off to catch the RT for home
still baffled whether the girl’s eyes were
or perhaps I fell in a doze and dreamt it all.