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on the train (haiku)

newspapers rustle
suits bob and weave when seeing
hems rise, stabbing heels

shrinking spaces instil covert faces

17 Feb 07

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hmmmm...sounds like the "E" Train in Boston.  I LOVE the last line.  Potent images there!  Good job.
 — starr