Neon Yellow Glow

The neon yellow glow of her skirt beamed through like the morning sunrise in an eastern room. Out shining her beauty it could not be contained. It spilled out all over the stainless subway walls and constellation rubber floors. The world blind to it but one woman. Clad in black and white with brown fringe bag, she sees me. Seen seeing. A witness. A man gives his testimony blessing and thanking all and Jesus. The words fall short under the rumble of steel tracks and rolling wheels painted out by a neon yellow glow.

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