^z 15th January 2023 at 6:09am
| 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 - 2006-10-29
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