#526. transit

January 6, 2012

the wind turns the river dark
holding hands on the graceful bridge
stone you fly and bring our shores together
vigilant brooklyn heights manhattan shines beside thee

you and i ride
hold our bags
a pearl
around on
the winter
subway floor

5 Responses to “#526. transit”

  1. I’m always so moved by your writing..

  2. love it Z, a poem from you always make me want to pause and enjoy moments that matter, the people,, seconds that stand still.

  3. slpmartin said

    Love the image of the pearl rolling around the subway floor…thanks for this one.

  4. hames1977 said

    you had such an amazing imagery of new york city, which i like 🙂

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