And in the subway stations
where the busy and the pointless meet
concerns come raining from clouds
through the looks on their faces,
it all blends into a blur
this is humanity's viewing station
graffiti on the walls
you could never read
artistic in its illicitness
passerbys
hardly ever seem to look
catch the train,
and what to do but bob in synch with
the music you play
I wonder where you're going
and if we'll ever meet
this is a single moment among a million
and we're just drops in a sea
waiting in the subway station.
Author notes
edited for betterness.
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you have great environmental writing
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