her eyes were caught with the shortest stare
americans only stare so long
we were both reading Leviathan
not necessarily your best seller
the color of her jacket was just my style
her lipstick smiled with the absence of guile
her skirt was brown with patterns of flowers that bled
they bled into the days of after
the subway stopped at Sheridan Square
she left, I reached for her arm but my arm was silently still
i saw her through the window - she walked right by
a guy with a trumpet and she gave him a coin with that smile
then she stopped, i thought she would turn around
she listened to the trumpeter's call
"polkadots and moonbeams" it echoed with grace
whether or not it was apropos.