Saturday, May 22, 2010

A poem by one of my colleagues

Subway Stairs
(4/10, for ML)

That curved young man strays

from what century,

which play, dragging,

his epee

behind him idly


ving, embla-

zoning my day

with quirk-

y small circles’


ing dance

up stairs,

so highly unaware

of the cosmic chance

he dares inspire

in the city, air and me,

glistening history,

compressing today

to its peculiar destiny

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