They nuzzled together in
cocooned in floating blue nylon
under the bridge;
discarded litter swimming
ahead like heraldry.
Commuters walked past.
He -- with his face turned away,
Indigo sleeping bag pulled up about his ears,
She -- facing the world.
Cloud blonde and contemplative.
Face lit from one side like a Braques or Bladerunner mermaid,
Viewing the punters on the bus
in their Vaudeville Show
and feeling good about herself
against the warmth of his limbs,
the escape from her solitude.