Coach Run
Coach Run
a handsome woman of seventy-three
sat in the seat one in front of me
eyes bright smile broad
skin wrinkled and worn
her face a veil of serenity
her photos of children
now married with kids
'life is full' said she
no time for him or me
we've still got each other
the old man and me I mean
within her silent night
she dozed a little while
the old man stirred, yawned
reached out and touched her
his wife
she turned a deaf ear
her eyes held no light
she had sat in her seat
and quietly died
January 1st, 1982
