goldmourn (amberdawnpullin) wrote,

a streetcar

reading bob dylan's 'chronicles', i didn't notice the man sit down across the aisle.

but i must have felt that confident casual way he stretches himself out, so leisurely, so slow, like a smile. he takes his seat across from me when the car is almost empty and this isn't the first time.

i look over to see him there as though he'd been all along, as though this time and the last were a second ago, instead of a few weeks. i set my book down and he picks up our conversation from where we last left off.

"it took you 3 stops to notice me," he reminds me again before he steps out into the street.

it took me 3 more stops to breathe right.
Tags: poetry & prose

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