Contemporary Poetry
1 min
An Older Couple Waiting For An Amtrak Bus
Nicole Taylor
An Older Couple Waiting For An Amtrak Bus
With her gray bun
in a patterned brown scarf,
she sits on a bench
reading a mystery novel
‘Killer Hair.'
I'm sitting inside one of several long pews, watching
ominous clouds and increasing winds
and the historic Shelton-McMurphey-Johnson House.
He sat beside her
reading geographical quizzes
to us over his striped glasses
matching her other scarf, paisley.
I think of how couples grow
so similar in appearance.
She offers him a piece of a homemade
cookie and smiles at me briefly, peacefully.
She watches him
as he walks to the men's room.
She watches over
their four matching black bags
with pink straps.
I think about a winning poem
of living peacefully.
I think about a sit-com episode,
an Everybody Loves Raymond episode
of the grandparents
eating and arguing peacefully.
After noticing the luggage I think
of two friends asking me
"What is your favorite color?"
With her gray bun
in a patterned brown scarf,
she sits on a bench
reading a mystery novel
‘Killer Hair.'
I'm sitting inside one of several long pews, watching
ominous clouds and increasing winds
and the historic Shelton-McMurphey-Johnson House.
He sat beside her
reading geographical quizzes
to us over his striped glasses
matching her other scarf, paisley.
I think of how couples grow
so similar in appearance.
She offers him a piece of a homemade
cookie and smiles at me briefly, peacefully.
She watches him
as he walks to the men's room.
She watches over
their four matching black bags
with pink straps.
I think about a winning poem
of living peacefully.
I think about a sit-com episode,
an Everybody Loves Raymond episode
of the grandparents
eating and arguing peacefully.
After noticing the luggage I think
of two friends asking me
"What is your favorite color?"
This work was written by a Lane County author.
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