Sunday, September 2, 2012


Two strangers need to sit
On a crowded, dusty train
Each leg, all four, are tired
Knees weak from a day's compromise
Haggard eyes and a sloping posture
Betray the front presented

The bluff in the pistols
Is the aversion to rest
The flicker of a broken ad
Reflects upon his scuffed up shoes
And the faded gold watch of the other

A literal standstill
Where one knows the other
Without making eye contact
And still they stand

At the next station and elderly woman boards
She breaks the draw and sits.

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