SUBWAY

 

When cities swell 

with business, cramping 

motion, men flow

 

through stone, pulsed 

blood beneath skin. 

The river parts 

 

and we rattle theTimes  

in our fast seats, invisible

as a stranger's dream,

 

nodding on the aisle. 

We lean toward each  

stop as if with hope 

 

while the train transfuses 

itself. What enters 

the heart enters between 

 

beats. Above us doors 

and faces wait to open 

to our rising like flowers 

 

dreaming. Sun blooms 

over each stem at the same 

deliberate speed. We 

 

travel the winking lights 

of the tunnel, 

space between darkness.

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(Poetry, April, 1999)