A woman speaks to her child in a stroller, 

organizing clothes across the little one. 

The child stares at her, not understanding the words said, blinking.

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An elderly woman, cane in one hand, 

boards the cars, brown bag with

celery stalks, fresh bread, and eggs.

She trips, eggs falling, cracking

in the carton. 

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Near me stands a bald man holding the loop above his head. 

We wars a black leather coat. He smells like raw fish.

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A male student taps his knees, mutters lyrics I don't understand, 

peering at the woman and child. I watch him watching. 

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A female student with a purple backpack crouches, 

lifts the older woman's arm, collects the groceries. 

The eggs placed in the bag, meet at the bottom in 

brown splotches. 

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The child, like all of us, stares, not understanding, blinking.