An unexpected poem

4/5 to 42nd Street from Fulton, Aug. 1st, 2013
My daughter pointed out that he was eating something strange. I could see a food book tucked behind him. What an enthusiastic and kind person — a social worker for World Trade Center workers who have become ill.

An unexpected poem
In the morning
Eating the husk cherries
I bought the day before.

Reading a book
Expecting no one to notice
Tuning out the crowds
A moment – or a few –
Of imagined quiet.

Who knows where this will go?
An unexpected poem,
A chance to think.

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