The 3am Train on the Q65 Line
Matthew Hedrick
Their drunken stumbling from a distance looks like ballet
Exaggerated movements working in tandem
Two partners balancing upon each other
Each step taken with absolute uncertainty
Trusting the other to keep them standing
Tied together by clumsy hand holding
Grip growing tighter
As if forces unknown attempt to interrupt their dance
One nearly falls to the ground
The other pulls them up
With this their dance concludes
Rather than bow they turn to face one another
No longer fighting the Subways unruliness
They sway together
Movements forged by the trains sharp turns
Eye contact never breaking
I hope their infatuation persevered through the morning
Matthew Hedrick
Their drunken stumbling from a distance looks like ballet
Exaggerated movements working in tandem
Two partners balancing upon each other
Each step taken with absolute uncertainty
Trusting the other to keep them standing
Tied together by clumsy hand holding
Grip growing tighter
As if forces unknown attempt to interrupt their dance
One nearly falls to the ground
The other pulls them up
With this their dance concludes
Rather than bow they turn to face one another
No longer fighting the Subways unruliness
They sway together
Movements forged by the trains sharp turns
Eye contact never breaking
I hope their infatuation persevered through the morning