Half Way There

The damn clock is buzzing Pigeons pecking sidewalks Gray against black People are  bustling on the subway Standing packed on a Tuesday The homeless stirring A baby screaming pacifieeeerrr Hands against poles, over bags Their eyes are hazed with dreams Work... Tomorrow will be Wednesday The ride home will be similar Hands against poles, over … Continue reading Half Way There

After Work

My D train was full and shivering today Elbows fought for space on the pole while Others tried to squeeze in; creating spaces That were not there just three minutes ago This seems to be the winter norm now Transient mixed cattle being transported On powdered rails of smooth hammered steel We are all trying … Continue reading After Work