Tagged: commuters
every year, a new
every year, a new
infusion of potential
future new yorkers
insist on staying on the
grid – street and avenue people
.
20220716:1018
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after a
after a
packed train
pulls away
from a
crowded
subway platform,
those morning commuters
who are left behind to
wait for the
next
train
turn into
choristers, huddled
together in
sections,
arranged
by time and
gumption, over best
sound, heads down,
conductor-
less, tuned
out
and into
the digital
music of their
lives, primed for
the next set of
train doors to
open right
in front of
them
.
20180510:0743
y
on a scale from walking
by the time i see you
by the time i see you,
and you see me,
it’s already
way too late – we are
one another’s answer
to whether the rumbling
is the sound of the train
arriving or departing. we
slow down
about two
paces, still hopeful
to make the transfer
in some alternate
universe
.
20130821:1838
y
across the length of
across the length of
a subway car, we get close
sharing a rich yawn
.
20120616:1152
y
in a city of
in a city of
over eight
million people,
we have no
choice but to
come together,
no excuse
but to rub
off on one
another,
no hope
but to keep
reaching
for that
reflection
gleaming
in the sun
.
20120306:0853
y
before music became
before music became
portable, it could tickle
the toes, pull on our
skirts, tease our rhythms,
and make small talk
with memories. it is
no small wonder then
that we pack the trains
every morning, side
by side, plugged in,
absorbed, seeing
without looking
.
20120209:0840
y
i know the tall suit who spent
i know the tall suit who spent
three weeks reading On The
Road, the curly-haired forty-
something who is a runner
or wants to be, the older gentle-
man who travels from
somewhere wide
enough to plant his own
daffodils for the empty
vases on the twelfth
floor, and the young
woman who keeps her hair
interesting. plus or minus
ten minutes, we all ride in
the same train car
together, towards a
ballpark destination
.
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