Saturday, June 15, 2013

The Subway (Poem)

The Subway
Elizabeth Alraune

The subway platform
echos with the sounds
of the musicians
The breeze of the train
blows my hair
My thoughts wander
far from here
The train arrives
the door opens
I'm in a crunch
Closed eyes view the
movies of the mind
Blank stares abound
Journey are taken
through books being read
There's no place I'd
rather be instead

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