| A Subway Stranger�s Story The subway car is packed tight Like a 5 square foot elevator Attempting to transport 50 people The air is hot and sticky Like a cinnamon bun Fresh out of the bakery He catches a glimpse of a beautiful sweaty shoulder attached to a delicate neck she is the embodiment of splendor he stares the ride is long and the man is bored he undresses her with his eyes and wonders what it would be like to have her in his bed watching He yearns to know her name But he refrains from shouting over The hum of the other voyagers He cannot move for he is squished already He can only watch From his tiny space The train stops The woman unloads He can�t catch up He looses her forever In a whirl of living swirls All preventing him He lost his chance He walks toward home thinking of the no-name beauty and regrets not having tried harder for something that could have been. |