My hands over handles and the studded upholstery
Reflective and cold as the strangers come close to me
Swaying like passengers stood on a boat
I'm fleetingly heartened by the accents I know
Picking them out of the bullying crowds
We're hurrying past unfamiliar towns
The streetcorners, bridges and shops that they know
Serenely suffused by a summery glow
The picturesque places they lazily go,
like postcards or paintings delivered back home
I'm rolling on by their entire other lives
Their lot on my mind and to them unbeknownst
Like a rousing of wind which as suddenly goes
For a moment we had almost been close
Feb 4, 2020
Feb 4, 2020 at 7:27 AM UTC
My hands over handles and the studded upholstery
Reflective and cold as the strangers come close to me
Swaying like passengers stood on a boat
I'm fleetingly heartened by the accents I know
Picking them out of the bullying crowds
We're hurrying past unfamiliar towns
The streetcorners, bridges and shops that they know
Serenely suffused by a summery glow
The picturesque places they lazily go,
like postcards or paintings delivered back home
I'm rolling on by their entire other lives
Their lot on my mind and to them unbeknownst
Like a rousing of wind which as suddenly goes
For a moment we had almost been close