Sharing
by Colin James
The cab smelled
of Gardenias.
The other passengers
seemingly preoccupied.
Crackling green
wrapping paper.
What are the chances
of a short visit?
The driver choreographed
his impersonations.
A sweater draped
over wide shoulders
in folds.
Below which he
was subtly misbehaving.
Colin James has a chapbook of poems out from Writing Knights Press.