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I am sitting on the bus and the man next to me is wearing one white work glove and one black snow glove He looks too closely at his watch His wrist inches away from his face I study his bearded silhouette Watch as he hovers his hand above the yellow “pull to stop” cord His grizzled ****** hair is sprawled out in all directions His purple backpack and camouflage winter jacket clash with each other But if you couldn’t tell by the mismatched gloves, this man is blind. I wonder if his socks match. I wonder if he wonders if his socks match.
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Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 1:58 AM UTC
On the 24 to East Campus
I am sitting on the bus and the man next to me is wearing one white work glove and one black snow glove He looks too closely at his watch His wrist inches away from his face I study his bearded silhouette Watch as he hovers his hand above the yellow “pull to stop” cord His grizzled ****** hair is sprawled out in all directions His purple backpack and camouflage winter jacket clash with each other But if you couldn’t tell by the mismatched gloves, this man is blind. I wonder if his socks match. I wonder if he wonders if his socks match.
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Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 1:58 AM UTC
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