on the subway
beneath new york
who sat apart because
of the crowd.
him in his black overcoat.
his flower
in his lapel.
his hat in hand, a cane.
his boots
gleaming in the flickering
light of a rambling
train.
and she, i suspect his
wife.
across from him. a cat like
smile upon her
face. a gentle aura
of love
between them. each nodding
at each stop.
knowing when to rise
and go, when to hold
each other's arm
and disappear upwards
tickets in his coat pocket,
ready for a show.
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