An Unlikely Duo

Watching her board bathed in fog at the station Spectacles slide down the bridge of his nose Usually a blur, not in this situation Smudges can’t hide every beauty she shows Lugging a satchel in high heels and cotton In her left hand rests a statue that grins Such an odd sight, this her concrete companion Never you mind as the journey begins Timidly calling the glass doors to open Counting his change spread of nickels and dimes Gasping for breath on a curb painted yellow Escaping the past, oh those horrible times Filled every row, ‘cept a seat near the driver All eyes affixed as the vinyl bench sighs Kicking her shoes to abbreviate blisters Freedom is felt in the footwear goodbyes Nervous he waves from the corner still pacing Climbing the steps of a Westminster bus Pulled at his limbs by another intrusion Faking his mood so she thinks there’s a fuss Taking a seat between cement and flannel Rolling his eyes that he don’t mean at all Watching her lips as she inhales discretely Feeling his library heart start to fall She tugs his ear with her thin ringless fingers Whispers a secret he hopes comes to share Hides from the window, the vehicle moving Nary a glance towards the morning sun’s glare She holds her gnome like her life is depending When all she needs fills the seat right next door Porcelain dust on her clothes has her sneezing Handkerchief offered he nicked at the store Such is the dream of a bookworm delivered Finding the chapter he’d thought long ago Angels and demons and pretzel tan loafers Potholes and clues juggled way down below What is this trail winding out to the country She gives a smile so much more than the fare Holding on tight to a vested creation Seeking adventure of those debonair Here now we find such an unlikely duo Still in their eyes shines reflections of grace She has her man and her plan contemplated He has his heart in the very same place Exhaust fumes emit in a paisley frost pattern Corduroy sidewalks bid all a farewell Searching for love is the now destination What will they find, only time it will tell And as a western of popcorn persuasion Into the sunset, they fade in the glow What once was billed as a short presentation Nowhere on this page will “The End” now show Based on characters in a novel a friend is writing on another site. Say hello to Elke and Henry, both kind of quirky. I don’t expect you to get this but thought you might enjoy reading. I also wrote a sequel if anyone is interested.