as we await our train
i watch the woman
as she awaits hers.

she shifts her weight between her black heel boots
her gloved hands clenching a paper,
what it said, i don't know

i didn't care what the paper said
i was entranced with the woman's elegance
her beautiful black face buried in the fur of her coat

a black coat to match
her black heel boots
and her beautiful black face

as we awaited our train
she got onto hers
and even now i still think
of the unexpected enchantress of Bloor-Yonge.