southbound
reflected stage — this cast of characters, moving southward, headed in different directions — transitions. 103rd to 96th, “next stop 86th,” to walk southward even more. my character looked back at the viewers. resting and glancing eyes, cigarette in mouth, waiting patiently.
the protagonist headed southward again, hudson river line, it was like walking on water, climbing the walls of rock, listening to beats of rhythm across the tracks — southbound. glances here too brought characters to life; the widow; the lonely married man finding comfort in lusting after teenage boys; the careless teacher; the faithful lover; the grandmother; the future ceo; the saint. southbound and moving still like silent taps on a steal drum after rain or passing traffic so loud it is observed in silence.
all silence halts, like noise or paths to the subtle marker that is of the moment, of the time — the subtle marker that is the smiling glance from a stranger, in this cast of characters, moving southbound and in all different directions.