shaking from the day standing
in the sun, begging for rest,
thank me for giving them a seat
on Chicago bus number 60, heading for Racine street.
Next stop brings
an old woman with graying hair and black hands,
carrying things in recycled shopping bags.
I watch her head,
heading towards the back of the bus,
looking for an empty seat,
and when she gets to me,
three rows from the back,
I stand
and give her a place to rest those bags and feet.
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