and swings
from one side to
another
as she holds
the handle
for some support.
A heavy pack
pulls her shoulder down.
weighing her down.
She looks about
for a seat.
None are available.
I look at her
and think.
�the gentlemanly thing to do
is to offer her my
seat.�
I think this one over
but doing the
gentlemanly thing
seems unnatural
So I look at
her
as she swings
about
desperately holding
on to a pole
for some support.
She still looks
about for a seat,
and I sit on
one.