The station seemed unclean, as did the train
I boarded Saturday a week ago.
The weather was inclement – chilly rain.
The passengers were sodden, rags on show
and bags abundant. Homeless they appeared,
exhausted and not loud at 10 a.m.
Nobody bothered me or acted weird.
I co-existed peacefully with them.

Remarkable occurred 10 minutes in.
A guy paused in the space between the cars.
I watched him stop, turn left, and then begin
to urinate. That’s food for my memoirs,
I thought, and snapped a pic, and then felt grief:
How limited his options for relief…

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