I want to be interesting
To the old man with the sketch pad
On the #1, Local.
Look at me, here,
Standing with arms stretched high
Bracing against the rattle of the tracks.
I am an eagle.
Or if not me,
Sketch my wife, at least,
Calmly in front of me
Her profile shaded by the flickers
Of passing light.
Beauty I would love seen by others.
Find us interesting!
The old man pulls out his charcoals
And draws a graceful curved line,
An eagle’s wing?
The fall of my wife’s hair?
The two guys next to me laugh
When they recognize
The curve of the young woman’s face
Who sits next to the artist.
“Smart old guy.
Always draw the pretty girl.”
My arms are still wings, proud.
My wife is still beautiful.
The train keeps rattling, forward.
As, of course, it should.