A poem that caught my eye, now that I'm returning to the big city...
White T-shirt
by Lewis Ellingham
I caught sight of it at a bus stop:
a white T-shirt, though
it was partly covered by
the turning form of a lanky youth massed
with other human forms intent upon
boarding the bus on which
I was riding, tucked in a corner seat on
the last row of seats on the bus, the right
a white T-shirt, though
the turning form of a lanky youth massed
with other human forms intent upon
boarding the bus on which
I was riding, tucked in a corner seat on
the last row of seats on the bus, the right
side, sheltered,
watching the surge as it entered the double
watching the surge as it entered the double
rear doors that
soon welcomed as a bottleneck the
soon welcomed as a bottleneck the
half dozen
new passengers -- tall, he walked back along the aisle until he stood
maybe a dozen feet from me,
new passengers -- tall, he walked back along the aisle until he stood
holding a rail
with one hand (the right), the other arm
with one hand (the right), the other arm
dangling, his hips relaxed,
every color -- hair, eyebrows, lashes, half-day beard
every color -- hair, eyebrows, lashes, half-day beard
shadow,
heavy cotton pants, a
jacket dangling from the dangling left arm -- black
heavy cotton pants, a
jacket dangling from the dangling left arm -- black
except for his
white T-shirt, unornamented, the folds from
white T-shirt, unornamented, the folds from
his twist
as he stood, deep drapery folds, the cotton
as he stood, deep drapery folds, the cotton
heavier than ordinary
for such a garment, the trim at waist and short
for such a garment, the trim at waist and short
sleeves the same material rolled,
eye-catching for its clean bright whiteness,
eye-catching for its clean bright whiteness,
hinting at his beauty, and
beautiful in its self: a white
T-shirt, an
object, he
would move slightly, the
object, he
creases deepen
as the twist deepened
slightly --
at Castro, Market and
as the twist deepened
17th streets
he got off, many did, many boarded, his eyes,
he got off, many did, many boarded, his eyes,
a light brown, met mine through
the bus window for a moment, the T-shirt
the bus window for a moment, the T-shirt
at his neck white,
an object still
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