Saturday, April 16, 2011

Day 16


Day 16 4/16/11
a snapshot poem


Subway

The humidity envelops us
Causing hair to frizz
Or hang limp.
Sweat beads, shirts cling
To moist skin.
A street performer's guitar
Begs for spare change.
Dank and foul, the
Stench stings our noses.
But our smiles eclipse the
Scene as we wait
For our train
And our adventure
To begin.



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