Dactyls on BART

Unruly Behavior Can Ruin a Ride.
I spotted the sign Saturday.
I pulled out my phone and shot what I espied –
good dactyls – then went on my way.

I wanted a topic for Sunday, and thought
I couldn’t do better than this.
The syllables sang to me, gifted, unsought –
ignoring them I’d be remiss.

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