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We swayed as a group
bumping along the subway's rails,
each in a different stage of awakeness.
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I cuddled down into hard seating,
folding my hands over and over,
an hour of shifting comfort.
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A younger man cradled his guitar,
stickered and colorful casing,
humming to something silent.
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All eyes pointed inward, outward,
some forward and some
looking at nothing.
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Shuffled makeup, lids clicking,
hush of a finished newspaper
zipped into a bag.
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We finally sighed,
gathering gently,
readying feet and arms.
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The city rose from the ground,
lights flashing through slim windows,
a rush over ocean water tracks.
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Steady as brakes ground their teeth,
a platform ready for give and take,
the city screaming through yawning doors.
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Lisa H
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Comments (2)
This is very good. Subscribed.
Circulatory system of the city.