the automatic voice says
the doors will, that is.
we both chomp on gum
as we descend into the
dark of a tunnel.
embarking on a
journey which requires bags,
two men catch a train
acne and flip-flops
make the man appear younger
than he truly is.
her tired eyes rest
lightly as the subway rocks
her like a cradle.
sleepy hands open
the front door of our home as
the city sighs low.
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