Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Waiting in line

On the bus, waiting in a ticket line, at the grocery store or anywhere and I become immersed in these thoughts.  I drift into this hidden place where I make up the worlds the people in line live in.  They catch my eye and I imagine them in the shower, wrestling into their socks or swimming naked in a river.  I take off their clothes and take down their protective walls all in a moment in line.  I watch this woman texting, smiling to herself while she is living in another world with someone else as she stands so near. I imagine she's having a magical time all her own.  I stare because she is beautiful.  I watch her because we are strangers and may never cross paths again.

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