Yellow Line Train

We huddle as we wait. We huddle as we wait.

Drippity drip drip. Drippity drip drip

Drippa drip drip. Drippa drippa drip drip.

It’s wet.


Buses pass. Nordstrom.

A light veil of rain in front of Nordstrom.

Drippa drip. Drip drip. Drippa drippa drip drip.

It’s cold out.


Slap slap. Shhhhhht. Click ding!

Ticket validated.


I wait for you, Yellow Line Train,

And I huddle as I wait.






Da ding! Da ding!


Michael Pfeiffer, USA

The Girl at New Seasons

She looks like you.

I can’t quite explain how, but she looks like you.

She sits like you.

Stares intently at her subject matter like you

Pulls her hair back to one side like you


She wears a scarf and smiles like you

Smiles at her phone and gets up in her earthy green attire like you

Wears skinny jeans and TOMS like you

And my heart just stopped.


She smiles at small children,

Which is not something you’d do,

But that’s okay.

Not everyone is perfect.


But it is not you.

You are there and I am here.

I want to get up and talk to her

Like I used to talk to you.

But it is not you.



Michael Pfeiffer, USA