When we are separated on two train platforms,
the other’s antithesis for the 7:20 Express,
think of it as some angel-liberating moment
sans the putrid swoosh of subway air.
The radio struggles to neaten its long wave ban.
Its susceptibility to seraphic interference
reveals the white fractures of our bare intelligence.
Yet some of us arrive capable of reading
the clanks of tracks, lights in a tunnel,
the arrival of birds in underground channels.