Poem #7: January 12th, 2010

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The New York Subway 

Busy and crowded, only two words out of the many that describe the subway.

Sticky floors and bright lights,

The cold air blowing on you as the subway goes by.

People bumping into you, pushing you around.

Lot’s of trash, no seats on the subway.

The feeling of tiredness sweeps over you when you’ve been standing a long time.

The tracks are built low in the ground.

There are many stations, many stops.

You feel happy and sometimes overjoyed when you get a seat.

The subway isn’t very clean,

The poles are slimy.

The subway barrels down the tracks at you.

It’s your first time on the subway.

You feel a rush of excitement when you see the right one.

You get on board.

There are people coming home from shopping or from work.

The doors close, and the subway rushes you away from the station toward home.

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