Anonymity In the Subway
watch the crowd...faces
without looking at each other’s eyes,
as if iodized by the pang
of forlorn gasps…
nameless, alone, they grip
on the hand-rests
from a dreary night where roofs of anonymity
blind them all
empty, empty yet needing
any stranger to exchange
untold stories with:
And they alight from a station to wander
along damp alleys
as the city basement
of invisibility remains withheld.
Brian Strand's Early Summer Standard Contest
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2017
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