For Toto, Minet, and Others
This is the first
morning without you
and my eyes have grown breakable;
my shoulders
carry the stiff tenaciousness
carelessly like rucksacks
on this long ascent
this endless climbing
to catch
up with the sun.
Previous version: https://briefsalvage.wordpress.com/2014/09/23/for-toto/
Random interaction that made me laugh to myself and caused other passengers to move a little farther away
Smelly, homeless dude, out loud: Customers should clearly get 3% and they should be getting about 50% and I told them so and they didn’t agree but it should be about 3% […he then goes on and on in a similar vein..].after all 8 times 3 is 27.
Me (forgetting reality for a moment): No it isn’t.
Smelly (looking me in the eye): Yes it is.
Me (always bad a math): 3 times 7 is 27.
Smelly: No it isn’t. 3 times 9 is 27 so the customer should be getting at least 3%.
Me: You’re right. I see what you mean.
Smelly (still making eye contact): Yes, absolutely…[he starts the mysterious math equations again from the top]…they should get about 50%.
Me: Uh-huh. Yup. Well, this is my stop. I completely agree with you, however.
Smelly nods his head appreciatively then slides into the subway train seat I just vacated. As the doors close I hear him continue, “3 %…”
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I have no idea what we were talking about but he seemed interested in explaining it all to me. Hope it made his day, at least a little bit brighter.
The Sound of Trains
as close as air, as far off
as the wind,
your memory feathers
against the edge of my heart
Haiku 07.08
Sunlight pushes at the
window glass. Breezes gently
lift curtain hems.
