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Subway Puppet Show

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Moving subway windows
Often turn the sterile seats
Into a puzzling clash of black and white
My mind does not wish to understand.

I often sit with my hat over my head
To block out the light and dark,
But one day the L train ran beside the F
And I spotted her, looking up
From the newspaper that covered her head.

We both waved, then I thrust her a peace sign
(Or maybe it was a devil's horns?)
So she flashed me an OK sign
(Or maybe it was a playboy bunny?)
And while we couldn't hear each other's laughter,
It still resonated between the windows.

Then an unkind man pushed her aside
And stuck his abrupt finger in the air,
To which I pantomimed my thumb
Entering the rectum of my other hand.

Her last gesture was two curled fingers
Running across an invisible line,
Though if they were us
They would have fallen off.
I pointed to my phone and waved my digits
Toward her, but I think they were beyond her sight
As the L sped away.
Fun with hand signals. I think it's unnerving when I'm looking into the windows of buses, trains, or cars and the passengers actually watch back!

I think this is the first (only?) poem of mine that ~Amohs liked.
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