Mind the Gap, look down!
London underground tube stops
‘Tween landing and train.

Click, the sound, my head
Momentary disruption
Look! Something else clears.

Winter. I, alone
Downtown Omaha waiting
An urban errand.

Black man, shoulders hunched
Coming towards me, wool-ice
My new winter coat.

Coming towards me
Scruff, bent shoulder- my fingers
Curl, eye-lock, no want

Head turning, his smile
Expose teeth and heart, his palms
Kind hello, snow clouds

Laugh, grand gesture of
Shoulder, arm and click! Open
Waving, Gap closes.