Approaching Rockridge Station from the south
at 8 a.m. on Monday, in the cold,
a vision raised the corners of my mouth,
amused me to a pause, and soon cajoled
a chuckle — where the platform spans the street,
I spied a mass of passengers who stood,
commuters heading west to start a week
at work, apparently for livelihood.

Each form I saw was draped in City black
and seemed to hold a stationary pose
so vertical and hulking that in fact
that crowd appeared a flock of giant crows.

I didn’t think to take a picture then.
I’m using words to see those birds again.