as the small bangladeshi and tall senegali
simultaneously squeeze departed
i tapped a shoulder; she half-nodded,
and took the inside window seat.
packed we were in fine october rush morning,
rolling slowly in traffic congestion
amid calm low voices and little movement
the girl, now seated next to me in the final row,
wearing an elaborate blue with white
lightening designs on a headset,
privatized from the throng;
when further, from the depths of her large purse
deftly extracted a tiny round compact,
opened it
and peering into the mirror
on the pretense of inspecting her eye,
i in a glance observed
as she melt-glided
swift deep away beyond time borders
into private mirage eternity.
