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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

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