Notes In My Pocket Notebook

Me:
As I watch out the window
the gems of meaning in the city
sink deeper into the snow and clay.
My eyes have to burrow harder .
It would be easier if I weren't
so driven to find them.

Woman 1:
When she hears the man say something,
she straightens her view,
uncocks her head.
says
I want to be sure.

Woman 2:
marches,
albeit gently, soft
foot to street as if
she doesn't want to hurt the earth.
But she marches
in a rigid, straight line
then turns sharply and waits
at attention for the driver to say,
come in miss.