The Couple II
Sat behind them on the 15. Not “together”, but it looked like a budding romance. Her with fake eyelashes, him with perfectly coiffed hair. Both beautiful in profile. Watched them all the way up 109 street as the bus I was on tag-teamed with the 8 up the street. Wondered how they’d walk when they got out under this perfectly-lit morning, how they’d look at each other.
Just bumping down 118 on my way to the office. Buildings of utility everywhere. Brick, stone, siding. Nothing pretty. Nothing all that bad. No coffee yet. No time no venue. Time for work.