Subway



How many have stood down the subway tunnel

And out of nowhere, a soft deep voice

Startled him, and asked quietly to follow

Few waiting passenger had averted their eyes —

What’s going on?

And in the corner… The man in suit —

And shocking tie,

Invaded the privacy of his knapsack

Examining careful even the bursted foil of potato chips

The bottled water, and asking for passport —

Without opening it, just looking you in the eye, he declared…

Your country of origin —

And letting to walked away, entered on the train

At the corner, holding in a cold passenger pole bar, as it blasted to another place, another subway, in the park, somewhere —

that man standing proud

He is smiling… grinning —

They thought he was a —

A soft and crisp laughed, along the train bustled

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