Got on the bus today, sat behind the driver,
looked at the old lady across, turned right,
in the back, seated on the aisle,
the second bench of two, the passenger side of the vehicle,
was a guy. We held stare for a count of 5
and concluded simultaneously that we looked exactly like one another.
We both grinned from ear to ear and nodded vigorously our mutual understanding.
Even as he exited, in profile and waving from the street as the bus pulled away
he was my physical twin. The bus filled up
eventually. No one had noticed so no one
to remember, nor anyone to forget.
Only us.

Chagall 2018