A train, High Street to Spring Street, May 10th, 2018
She was reading Farenheit 451. I asked if she had seen the movie. It’s one of my favorites. We had a nice chat about 1984 and our current dystopia. She’s an embroidery artist.

stranger on the train
how many spontaneous poems
start with that line?
friendlier, more intriguing faces
when book covers communicate
hints in their psyche
rather than the opaque
  non-mirror of a cell
phone back, or another
device, non permeable,
conversation inhibitor
community denier, empathy
blocker. Here is my book.
   Want to talk?

Read a poem by Tyra M.

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