The Man On the Bus

There was a man, on the bus,

Who looked quite normal,

Just your average Joe.

James, I decided to call him,

And James he was. He had a

Soft oval face, blue eyes concentrating

Hard on something. I looked at his

Hands, and saw the blurred outline

Of fingertips solving a Rubik's cube.

It was strangely mesmerizing, and

I decided that normal things can

Be just fine, too.

The End

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