A-Train

I turn the corner

onto a new street ,one

my feet have never kissed.

Walking at a new pace,

but all the heartbeats passing me,
sing the same things.

The subway,
is a train transporting solace
of shoulder bumps and singing;

A woman with apple colored lips,

Holding her baby to her heart.

A man with his silver boombox,

Feet shaking like a wet dog.

A couple,
the only people in the whole world;
Whispering flowers into each others ears.

We laugh, kiss, cry and yell

In perfect synchronicity

A reminder of the sameness

of all these faces passing me.