OnTheMetro

 On the metro I set aside my book and glance
 At the map --- a nine-legged spider of subway lines
 Smashed under plexiglas, body a downtown splat,
 Limbs grasping for the suburbs ---
 As headphones pipe a half-understood German song
 Into my ears, as the rumble and roar
 Of the train through the tunnel plays a basso continuo
 To my life. And I wonder what would happen
 To a person if someone, say me, gave her his
 Unconditional love, gave her exactly what she hoped for,
 What she needed to get, for one whole year.
 Maybe new magic would happen. And a girl
 Two rows back slumps against the window,
 Silver stud in her eyebrow, black furry earmuffs
 Cushioning her as the train rocks her to sleep. 

TopicPoetry - TopicPersonalHistory - Datetag20061029

(correlates: JustTheJob, ReadThrough, MathematicalMagic, ...)