Purple Riding Hood

by Drora Matlofsky

Seven twenty-five
The bus is crowded
full of students
and people like me
off to work.

I hang on for dear life
pushed around by travellers
getting on
getting off.

Nearly there
next stop.

Among the crowd
pushing onto the bus
I notice you
purple riding hood
dragging a cart.
You squeeze into a front seat
without seeing me.

Seven thirty
Crowded bus.
For a few seconds
we share the same reality.

Or do we?

Drora Matlofsky has been living in Jerusalem since 1984. Her poetry in English has appeared in various poetry and Jewish magazines and her poetry in French can be found on the Poésie Française site.

Last updated September 18, 2017