sitting on the subway
watching the scenery fly by
going seventy miles an hour
she'll be there in no time.

people watching to pass the time
the little toddler babbling happily
pointing at her colorful book
gesturing about things her mother only knows.

the elderly man at the front of the train car
flipping the pages of his worldly magazine
contemplative, with the hint of a smile
as he catches up on the latest news.

college students
one furiously flipping through note cards
no doubt, cramming for that impending test
another dozing off, head nodding, mouth slightly agape
leaning on the window, obviously foregoing the snooze button.

and then the train's horn, signaling another stop
automatic female voice dictating the destination.

it's her stop now.

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