Friday, January 22, 2010

one striped glove







Little moments like that
a smile shared for a second
between strangers
warming each heart like a heater
A glove on the ground
one bare hand above
on her ipod.
her favorite song so loud
its all she can hear.
The bus comes to a stop
the boy
rushes up to get off.

The glove in his path,
he puts the glove on her lap.
A smile of joy upon him
the second he looked back.

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