Sapphire Shades
Poetry
Published in
Oct 1, 2022
The morning wakes to sapphire shades
busking the subway steps all the way to midtown
the tracks soiled, well-oiled and overcaffeinated
and the occasional tourist may accidentally miss their stop
though my flustered mind plays on delay four thousand miles away
when I hear Rome is lovely this time of year.
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