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You pass in your grey coat.
The people that we meet, we meet,
Only you among them glow.
I see them with their knees pressed close.
They sit upon the bus and read;
Such proper slacks, such plain blue-jeans.
You are such as I suppose.
This face, that hurries on the road.
You run not to miss the 5.
It pulls up to the stop and chokes.
You rush in. You're so alive -
Bending the doors, soles to the floor,
Your throat unknots the air. You come,
Prophetic one, and I am done
With this hard waiting. Echo pure
Of your long coat alongside me:
You're here beside my knees.
For the ride long, among the herd,
Your eyes will shine without a word.
