Paean

A woman on the subway, covered from chin to ankle, and the Aerie bag in her lap.

Two pretty brunettes on the subway, each lost in her phone, each oblivious to the world — until one accidentally touches the other.

A young woman walks ahead of me, and I am grateful for every step.

A friend’s contribution: an ode to a woman on a bus, written with the precision of someone who notices everything and says nothing.

She’s not perfect, but she’s perfect for me.

A short, curvy woman on the subway, and everything I noticed.

She’s standing at the pastry case, but she’s not just evaluating pastries.

A woman in a peach sun dress.

Four haiku for a redhead on a train.

A love song to a woman on the subway.