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Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Subway Poem # 26


jogger on Manhattan Bridge
parallel we pass
his tee-shirt matches sky, catches eye
behind him, tug boats
and tour boats 
travel perpendicularly
so do seagulls glistening in the blue

and we descend through Chinatown
back to the tunnel and the darkness
and the blindness through our windows
to the world

in motion
the notion that life passes by
life's on the fly
we move on
world, goodbye

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