...exits the subway train,
The fringe on her purse swinging
With the sway of her body,
Beating against the side of her hip,
Like mellifluous tubular bells,
Falling back into line
Only to be roused again.
As she ascends the dank staircase,
Winter chill realizes itself upon her docile, perfumed skin
One step onto the sidewalk
Is like exiting some verboten underworld
To emerge in the bright, weltering hustle and bustle of
City streets on the busiest shopping day of the year...
Oct. 7, 2002
The fringe on her purse swinging
With the sway of her body,
Beating against the side of her hip,
Like mellifluous tubular bells,
Falling back into line
Only to be roused again.
As she ascends the dank staircase,
Winter chill realizes itself upon her docile, perfumed skin
One step onto the sidewalk
Is like exiting some verboten underworld
To emerge in the bright, weltering hustle and bustle of
City streets on the busiest shopping day of the year...
Oct. 7, 2002
