He Was Handsome

He was handsome,

that lean young man

sitting there next

to me at that

very, very cold, bright

mid-September

lost trolley stop

across from the

Father Joe’s downtown.

There he put on

lotion over his

legs, and then held

his smartphone in

his firm, steady

hands.

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