That tall, shapely blond standing at her husband's side on the station platform, as though he were her last defense against her instincts, brushes up against him and looks down at the newspaper he holds open in front of him, and looks back at the crowd, her lips firmly restrained. If I should meet her alone one morning, as I already have, exchanging looks, if we should meet once more, we will not talk to one another. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GETTING A WORD IN by JAMES GALVIN A BIRTHDAY SONG by SIDNEY LANIER TO HELEN KELLER - HUMANITARIAN, SOCIAL DEMOCRAT, GREAT SOUL by EDWIN MARKHAM BRUTUS AND ANTONY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |