My glance long and oblique up the bus caught
Of a man and a woman side by side on a seat
Behind the driver one blustery autumn day;
And I, perched by the back window in a corner,
Of somebody whom I knew, and who knew me, but less,
Quietly approaching from the steps, down the empty length,
Until she sat next to me and took my hand.
For all the time scenes paraded behind us and
Wind flapped like birds on endless take-offs
Against the open glass; all the time they leaned and
Laughed, shoulder to shoulder, in every attitude of
Delight and belonging and oblivion, there we two,
Content in each otherā€™s company, saying not much, saying ā€”
Actually ā€” nothing at all.

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