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Monday, May 5, 2014

Subway Poem # 33

freed from underground 
our minutes over the bridge
where the day appears like a mirage
glowing in the sun
the river, sky and buildings
a blue and silver diorama
glimpsed through moving windows
kinescope-like
flickering, savored
before the descent back into darkness plunged,
heaven misplaced

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