Written on the way home. A tip of the hat to Hans Rickheit, who not only let me stay at his home overnight in Philly but before I split handed to me the inspiration for this piece. I wasn't looking to write a hay(na)ku, but that's what came out.
Tokens
Take
and rub
any two together.
They
scrape like
buttons and zippers
on
any two
traveler's frictional raincoats
giving
the weather
a subway slip
sharing
commuter stories
through involuntary osmosis
later
discarding them
like pocket lint.
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