Photo by Fabien Bravin
He's a loudspeaker, holding back train doors longer than needed
She hurries in, cool in long black hair wig
Pinned between thick black arms, his oyster
But her smile is faint, pinkly propped as a doll
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He is shouting, Espanol, Por favor! along station platform
Then he marches from one car train to another, a lonely hull of a boat
Crashing against train's whirlwind, his voice drowns in our ears
Oh, teach us to fish and love
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They share a Laura Secord chocolate bar
Between words tumbling as fire red ants on sugar hill
I see her collar, skin thickly patched, above blue summer dress
But he's besotted by her words, caressing his wrist like dragonfly
Posted for Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - Quatrains inspired by Marilyn Chin and Poets United ~ Thanks for the visit ~
