Back from town again
As all of us commuters
Jostle for a seat
Stare down the tall man
Grab the last seat by the girl
With a fragrant scent
I’m in paradise
Our knees touch each other
She leaves at my stop
Just a remnant of a smile
and we separate
Lucky ducky.
ReplyDeletemade me wonder if she was with you all along.
ReplyDeleteThe perfect telling of a brief meeting. Your use of details and descriptors make this a lovely read.
ReplyDeleteI like it.
ReplyDeleteBut if it's a regular bus route, you may meet again.
ReplyDeleteLovely, particularly the parting smile.
The fragrance lingers..just for a while..sometimes these encounters make a day..or the end of an unpleasant journey..I enjoy when you take us on your poetry train..there is a transparency..an honesty..which is a treasure..Jae
ReplyDeleteAs the old film title had it, "Brief Encounter."
ReplyDeleteNice poem, or should I say poems?
ReplyDeleteWander
"A remnant of a smile" is a beautiful way to remember the moment, her, the possibilities that fuel our hopes and dreams. Very beautiful poem, a vision, a hope, pleasure that lingers on. This is how I like to leave poetry...smiling to myself over happy memories.
ReplyDeleteIt is a gift when you are able to evoke more than one emotion with little movement and such few words.
ReplyDeleteI love knowing that people can love each other so simply.
This left me sitting still for a moment, breathing the scent in.