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Thursday, August 16, 2012

Subway Poem #13

Taken on my iPhone on the R train

nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
on this fresh morning's big thrill ride.
over the river and through the hoods,
shoulder bag to stash my goods,
firmly grasping cup of joe,
ferries, docks, dumbo below.
at steeplechase and luna parks
the rides go round or move in arcs
but on the express train we abridge
stops underground and take the bridge
from bay ridge well into manhattan
with folks around me speaking latin,
happy happy as a lark
whence it comes time to disembark.

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