Entrade

As the bus rolled up to the
small plexiglass booth, that stands
on the corner of 25th and Broadway,
she felt the cool wind rush through her hair.

Strand by strand it picked up and lifted,
floated, then dropped.

One
      by
One
     by
One.

And the wind drifted away.
And she got on the bus.

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And they were twain.
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(Listen and Reflect)