City People

In the dark tube
of the trans-bay
underground,

black windows strobe
blank nothing
to the ear punching

screech of track
on metal. It has been
half a lifetime

since I breathed
with this city, and my eyes
linger long

on all the flashing
faces. I am startled
by the humanness

within these tattered
train cars,
and by the

unequivocal
force inside
the stranger’s smile,

like a private anthem
to all that is
beautiful.

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