I saw on old man on the subway today.
I saw on old man on the subway today.
His eyes recklessly moving between the afterimages of bars passing the train
Furrowing his brow for all the years he had taken away.
Whitebearded and willowed, he dragged through turnstile and impediment
All-the-while trailing behind him a flatwheeled bicycle.
He opened his satchel
Unwreathed a tatter-edged poster,
Started crying.
I feel it pass by me.
I looked at him through his reflection,
Others just lowering their chins.
He wouldn’t cover his face.
Cheeks red, head shaking,
Teardrops hitting the floor,
I feel it again.
As the train enters the station,
He talks to his bicycle.
Oh never mind, he’s crazy.
I recompose myself and get off.
His eyes recklessly moving between the afterimages of bars passing the train
Furrowing his brow for all the years he had taken away.
Whitebearded and willowed, he dragged through turnstile and impediment
All-the-while trailing behind him a flatwheeled bicycle.
He opened his satchel
Unwreathed a tatter-edged poster,
Started crying.
I feel it pass by me.
I looked at him through his reflection,
Others just lowering their chins.
He wouldn’t cover his face.
Cheeks red, head shaking,
Teardrops hitting the floor,
I feel it again.
As the train enters the station,
He talks to his bicycle.
Oh never mind, he’s crazy.
I recompose myself and get off.