Category: Poetry

• January 28, 2021

  Interchange

  One: Inbound Waiting for the 10:30 train on a tiled alcove bencha sticky puddle below my feet A Budweiser can in a brown bagdiscarded in the cornerpresumably in resentment for being empty Words within the bricked floortrampled by millions seen by few Inbound Gripping the poleshoulder to shoulderswaying gentlythe clack and clatter the murmur of voices A child…