you can bring almost anything on the train…

Glimpsing a couple saying goodbye in Wilmington, a bystander stares. He only sees one half of Affection puckering its lips, sending a kiss across a train window. Affection’s other half stands on the platform with arms outstretched, hands in a stop hold but teetering on their wrists like Weebles-wobbling-but-not-falling-down sending love and receiving love from her fish faced man. Our bystander seems unamused under his mask but I smile, I see the full picture. Our young lover has brought a paint can on the train.