Whispers of conversation
silence of intimidation
lights pass you by fast
the doors fly open
floods of people come on
many more get off
the doors close, even if your in them
then again, moving ahead
whispering conversations
wondering where they are going
same place you are maybe
Best Friends
Lovers
Mom and child
don't sit there
it has gum on the chair
you smell that
that's the homeless person
you are in his shelter
people stand, people sit
the different races, genders
the rich guy, the poor
the young, the old
open your eyes and see
Subway Traffic
