It's National Poetry Day and I wrote a poem

A woman is standing in a window and it is raining and the window is open like a door and she is a painting.

I see her because my train is stopped and she sees the train but she doesn't see me.

At least I don't think she does.

Later I see a waitress with a stack of dirty plates like a baby in her arms,
but she disappears as quick as clicking.

I'm too dumb to believe in ghosts.