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Monday, June 16, 2014

Subway Poem 6/16/14

Photo: Buddy Beaverhausen

My thoughts run faster than this train.
They're Atlantic/Pacific
and scattered like
the yellow Nathan's paper napkins
strewn across the acrylic floor.

There is no track inside my brain
on which my thoughts ride
and, without destination,
they travel on their own.

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