Seen on the R subway line between Atlantic-Pacific and 7th street.
When it comes, will it come without warning?
Just as I’m picking my nose?
Will it knock on my door in the morning?
Or step in the bus on my toes?
Will it comes like a change in the weather?
Will its greeting be courteous or rough?
Will it alter my life altogether?
Or tell me the truth about love?
I still don’t know what “it” is. Any thoughts?