Toby II

Sometimes,

We never awaken from our dreams.

A crowded bus at rush hour

Eager bodies push to get home

But Toby will take any seat he is accorded

It so happens that they give him one

Toby is dressed in a blue short sleeve shirt

Toby's face is wrinkled

Toby's hands are shaking

Toby has lost his dimples

Of long ago.

Bus pitches back and forth

Swaying with the rise and fall,

Toby is rocked gently by a traffic mother to sleep

Toby closes his eyes and dreams

Toby's quivering eyelids

Shield shy eyes that sometimes peek from their folds

At the angry,busy people

Toby has never understood them at all

He shrinks as a teenager brushes past him, rushing

He has nothing to offer prospective robbers

The wallet is just a happy self-deception

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