Metro Transit Omissions

Around noon there’s a bustling silence
almost aimless
in the subway.

But then
with a momentous whoosh
the train arrives.  Then
a rush that leads in and we’re transported away.
there are some lost souls
who run
but their frustrated silence
is past us now.

we’re altogether
an in depth clique who linger on each other
through reflections
in the dark backed windows.



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