at the end of an our on the subway
The picked pocket
of silence
Is emptier still, since the
Stranger on the subway
Caught the tenor of my
Steeling,
Stealing
Footfalls with a
"Hi, how
are you. Fine thanks"
I am sorry that
you are [a]
Stranger on the subway,
With one hand reaching out and
Bracing our mutual deceleration.
"Please
excuse me. This is our stop."
by Adrian
Hoad-Reddick