At the Crossing
Alone on the platform, a morning commuter
Waits for the streetcar to take him downtown.
Responsibility is his armour, along with
A heavy coat, grey trousers, and tasselled shoes.
He wears an air of impatience and majestic glasses
Framed in black—he takes a step, then stops.
The daily paper folded under his arm
Suggests the mind of one who thrives on debate.
Dressed for the cold in bright winter coats,
Twenty toddlers are ushered past him.
So many individually wrapped possibilities
Sound a counterpoint to his businesslike conclusion.
©2016 Michael Fraley
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