Sitting at the train station,
Chip
the woman behind me asks a friend
“How far is Christopher from here?”
Just as she said, “Christopher,”
her friend’s jacket brushed across my shoulder. …
my name is, “Christopher”!
Chip’s Brush on the Shoulder
A Year Ago, Today:
Sitting at the train station,
the woman behind me asks a friend
“How far is Christopher from here?”
Just as she said, “Christopher,”
her friend’s jacket brushed across my shoulder. …
my name is, “Christopher”!