Three of you squeeze into a seat for a cozy two, Cocooned by your chatter from the texting commuters (And the occasional cycling enthusiast) On your way to tonight's game. Even the backs of your heads look young, And you in the window seat are so careful To rest your arm not across the one-and-a-half shoulders As you huddle together now On your way to the game.
Patiently awaiting the resurrection of Google Reader since 2013.