METRO
Sitting beneath a picture of the Metro -
city-black iron railroad beams arching in
front of glass. All the glorious city light
just streaming in. At the photo's very border,
right next to where she sits, I notice how her
head and hair themselves stream their own strands
along the picture as well, adding themselves to
the played-out drama. She casts, by her very
own shadow, a darkness all her own, her shadow
across the Metro's glass face. I see her form
reflected too - a simple and visual mathematics
now. Just one thing after the other, and her.
Sitting beneath a picture of the Metro -
city-black iron railroad beams arching in
front of glass. All the glorious city light
just streaming in. At the photo's very border,
right next to where she sits, I notice how her
head and hair themselves stream their own strands
along the picture as well, adding themselves to
the played-out drama. She casts, by her very
own shadow, a darkness all her own, her shadow
across the Metro's glass face. I see her form
reflected too - a simple and visual mathematics
now. Just one thing after the other, and her.
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