Three Stops

Love the rain in the city
Calms the shock and rinses away grimaces
And washes away…

Washes away the sway
And the edged-in-frayBrooklyn
Paints the night with light

When did we pass 59th Street
It is damn packed – jam-packed
Back to back to front to back

Adept at subway surfing
Nary a pole to hold
She stares, smiles and folds

Eyes catching mine
Pierced with shiny, studded silver holes
Says she, I’m “so pretty”

Shy of crossing the line
Pretty is as always does in this city
And I’m smiling back with gratitudinous shine


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Just your normal, everyday 9-5er. An uninspiring position in an inspirational non-profit moves me to constant goof-offery; aimless, on-the-job procrastination; a crankiness that borders on psychosis; and attempting to craft something meaningful with words. Just another so-called-job inspiring someone to feats of insanity with a hint of creativity... (Insert demonic laugh HERE.) View all posts by LVital7019

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