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009. Brown Line

by John Herzog

"I'm sorry, I already have plans"

I sigh as we step
onto the rush hour railway
to whichever home is ours
for the evening

no seats
at least
none for two strangers
to sit and become
a little less estranged

so we stand
hands almost touching
on the rail
room enough
between your chest and mine
for baby jesus
after all it's christmas

lights hung
round the city
glimmering by in your eyes
at the top of your tree
just a few inches taller
than me

"where are we?
this isn't my normal way home"

turns out the Red Line's not for me

"Merchandise Mart"

I already know
he's got merchandise
under that tree
but sometimes it's better
to give
than to receive

alright, I really don't need to be having these thoughts right now
I have plans

I check my phone
no words from my friends
and look up

"you know what?"

glancing up and down
the way a child
scans their gifts
before unwrapping

"my night just freed up"

12/13/2017

Author's Note: CTA Brown Line.

Posted on 12/13/2017
Copyright © 2021 John Herzog

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/20/17 at 01:42 AM

Captivating seasonal capture, held together...strengthened with highly original word combos such as: your smile just christmas lights hung round the city glimmering by in your eyes at the top of your tree just a few inches taller than me

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