Manufacturers Hanover windows modernly slant.
As the express rams Hicksville, never slowing,
a pair of legs, reflected in some panes,
hurry a torso to the train after. Optic drollery! just what photographers look for . . .
But I am neither the glass of a Kodak lens
nor of a bank that passionlessly takes
a pair of legs and coldly lets them go.
Outside the range of panes a hurrier’s eyes
for three seconds follow a train’s reflection
ramming west to the city with me, with me.
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