On the train

It is city transit.
River, rather.

The woman in the blue dress is actually wearing slacks and a blouse; shoulder-slung banjo glimpses as she strolls past high school snugglers and a mama with a bike.
Five red-nosed circus clowns wade the stream; Meryl Streep, and Ghandi,
while an elderly gentleman gives birth to a banana split through his belly-button, a puppy dives into a one armed handstand by the handicapped seats, and a small stroller child silently chokes to death on a red lozenge.

No one in the water sees.
Wide-eyed helping hands 
too full of the wonder
in our telephones.