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Keep on Riding
The way the old man peels his
orange, delicately turning it with his thumbs while his fingers take the
skin away
He sections it for his mouth, a tiny
spray of juice as he bites down
Bitter or sweet
Something about this woman
How she allows herself to feel the
rhythm of the train
A smile just at the corners of her
mouth
Later, I will remember her,
sketching out a future
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