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"R train, Brooklyn-bound. Forty-second Street is next."
In the crowd I spot the back of a head -- short hair,
strong olive neck -- behind a guy reading the Times.
The knees, in jeans, I locate next, in front of the divider
by the door. "Thirty-fourth Street. Change here
for the B, the D, and the F." Then the face: reflected
in wavy plastic protecting an ad. Dark eyes, strong nose,
goatee well trimmed. Yeah, handsome.
"R train, Brooklyn-bound. Stand clear of the closing doors."

December 1996


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