I watch how he watches
out for her
as she
squats
and
pees,
behind a column,
at the end of the platform.
On the train they sit
mirrored
his head's on his right hand,
hers, on her left
He holds the bigger shopping
bag
and sits on the outside.
The urge to lie down
must be overpowering:
all these empty seats three across.
It’s a beautiful day
outside
but cold.
Jean Lehrman, a popular poet and performer in