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Monday, July 16, 2012

My 11th Subway Poem

Is poetry your groove? Then you've come to the right place. Just put some bongo music on your hifi and pass the espresso. Novices note, this was where it all began for me, complete with my confession:

The 11th in my Subway Series. I call it:


i gauge the time 
by people's faces, 
those familiar, 
reliable as sundials.
unknown, seen routinely,
here they are
for me to read whether
i'll be late or right
on time.
it's the company i keep
in the car, time in transit,
time through the tunnels through time,
comforted by faces
seen before 
once and again and again as
they've seen mine, 
gentle assurances
like clocks
on subway walls.

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