Poem 9.26.18

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Rush hour subway. Trains are late. It’s hot and humid. Everyone is stressed.
A man bumps into me, swears under his breath, and marches on.
I make a point to show kindness and be civil in return.
My fellow city citizens, when he trains are late be good, not rude.

Haik Kocharian