Monday, February 15, 2010

Metro Stop 1999


Published in "The Very Edge" 2020

in a dark gallery 

train storms echo 

and roll through 

people closed 

people open 

breathe 

a girl with 

red hair’s been 

sitting arms 

around her 

knees 

crying next to the 

tracks. 

Doors Open 

together at last 

two women embrace 

greet after a long time 

Doors Closing 

a man with universe-

night skin sits near the 

blind man 

in his white trench coat 

Doors Open 

flashbulbs pop 

stars sizzle 

escalators snake 

silently under 

a dark gallery 

where there 

is no sky but us 





from the handwritten notes while home visiting my parents in the D.C. area back in the 90s. I used to go every spring to see the cherry blossoms often with friends I brought home from college or with my siblings. A beautiful tradition. One time I went with my college class on Judaism to see the Holocaust museum and the cherry blossoms were in bloom, a striking contrast to our studies. I was always impressed with the beauty of so many people and situations on the metro and so many emotions and needs along with the speed and the sepulcher like underground stops, it always felt like a religious experience like visiting a church. 

Metro Stop 
communion

in a dark gallery
echo storms roll
through people
closed
breathe
a girl with
red hair’s been
crying  women
greet after a long
time
a man with universe-
night skin
sits with the blind man
in a white coat
flashbulbs pop
stars sizzle
escalators snake
silently
under
a dark gallery
do they
see me

~

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