a woman came off the bus
all boots and thighs
ass and breasts and
sighed.
she shook her mane
reminiscent of coils of
cooling lava flows or
jet asphalt
hastily roped in a street gutter.
her heels chipped concrete
as she walked away
lighting an unfiltered cigarette.
the silenced wood match bounced
in her wake of arrested eyes and
churning thoughts breaths held.
she was as direct
as an unmanned locomotive
shattering whatever might get in her way.
and tempting one
not to move
off the track.
1835, day-between-2-Ts, 1 12. 10
1549, Reggaefriday, 28 7. 23
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