on a scale from walking

on a scale from walking
to sprinting, we make
the transfer, keep pace
with fellow commuters –
it’s how i imagine
the Pamplona encierro
running with the bulls,
someone slips
sometime –
but here, in
Brooklyn, between
the L-train and the
G-train, no one’s looking
out to save us



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  14. pauldavidmena

    I’ve never been to Pamplona, but my ancestors come from El Valle de Mena, about two hours away. Suffice to say, between my roots in Spain and my youth in NYC, I feel this poem.

    • yi-ching lin

      neither have i! but don’t you get that sudden rush when the commuters beside you start running between transfers? like, do they know something i don’t?

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