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
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.
Sorry.
Michael Pfeiffer, USA
The Social Poet 