The Commuter

The man
With goat feet
Waited on the bus
As the snow
Fell upon itself
The wind
Tugged at his scarf
He waited
So long
His goat feet
Must have frozen
But he said it was all right
He needed to get downtown
To a bank
Or a lawyer’s office
They don’t really need me
Not this morning
There was no rush
He said
He had all the time in the world


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