Spring At Pionerskaya
SPRING AT PIONERSKAYA
Frozen in the hum of the escalators’
Descent to the roaring metro,
Across the unwashed glass
Of government windows,
The equinoctal sun pins
My shadow tight
Up against the lengthening day,
And the spring smiles in the crowd
Are as scarce as icebergs in hell.
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Note
For all you astronomy nerds, just a reminder that today is the Vernal Equinox.
Pionerskaya is of course a Metro station near my home.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2015
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