May/September on the Green Line

Arched around her bright-banded pigtails, his

broad, thin shoulders territorialize

their trolley-space. I should mind own biz,

but free entertainment will localize

my attention every time. Their contrast

intrigues: his gray temples, her juvenile

hairstyle; her obviously false interest,

his obviously forced charm; her nubile

body, the loosening skin on his neck;

his continued smile, her smile congealing

into a grimace as she turns her back.

Her little backpack could be concealing

Barbie dolls.

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