Thursday, April 11, 2013

Blue Line

We shuffled onto the train,
somber as a funeral procession,
and rode into the city.

The gray sky and fluorescent lights
washed us out:
we looked like bored ghosts,
riding endless tracks in the not-yet-daylight.

When the train descended
underground, we looked
more alive, as if the earth pressing down
held us together.

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