The Lobby at the Mckinley Park L
Sitting in the lobby
With my fancy coffee and netbook,
Watching the elderly tour-group members""
Soft bodies, canes, anxious""
Waiting to be called.
A delay is announced; the train will be late.
They settle in, getting to know fellow pilgrims better,
Comparing, contrasting lives, bragging a bit.
They wait to be herded through beauty,
Eating the mouthfuls placed before them,
Sleeping where assigned.
Soon, some will do this in a care facility
But for now, their world can expand a bit more,
Like nearly worn-out elastic that still has a bit of hold in it.
New pictures to share! New stories to tell the folks back home
While they wait for the train
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