for Nicole Beaudoin
he watches carefully
as the breath of the subway
plays with her hair
forward flow at the stops
and back at the go
like an indecisive wind
light and small and purple
there's a greek goddess on the boston T
and he catches her eye, finally
the look that triggers his imagination
to wonder what greek goddesses
do after dinner parties...
3 comments:
Love it! "Breath of the subway" <3
Nice. I like the metaphor of indecision formed from from the T traffic. And the ending being unresolved. A perfect capture of a moment, simply crisply written. Bravo!
how did i miss these beautiful words! thank you katy <3
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