Tagged: target
when there is no end
when there us no end
in sight, our minds make up a
mirage, a target,
a mission – between here abd
nowhere, the distance flickers
.
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we always manage
as soon as the doors slide
as soon as the doors slide
open on the Manhattan-
bound L-train, we pick our
seated target, step
into the car,
making a beeline
to settle in front of our
fellow commuter
who looks most like
a Lorimer
or a Bedford –
if we get lucky,
it’s a smooth,
seated ride the rest
of the way, even if
we get a little stuck
in the tunnel
.
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the distance between
the distance between
us widens –
squinting, one can
almost make out
those leather shoes
shuffling
right out of
target range
.
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y
an ocean of seconds
an ocean of seconds
later, morning remains
a moving target,
routine after routine
after routine
.
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