Bamboo And A Bird: Linda Gregg

subway

In the subway late at night.
Waiting for the downtown train
at Forty-Second Street.
Walking back and forth
on the platform.
Too tired to give money.
Staring at the magazine covers
in the kiosk. Someone passes me
from behind, wearing an orange vest
and dragging a black hose.
A car stops and the doors open.
All the faces are plain.
It makes me happy to be
among these people
who leave empty seats
between each other.

Linda Gregg 1942-

The illustration is copyright: Jorg Hackemann via Shutterstock
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About layanglicana

Author of books on Calcutta, Delhi and Dar es Salaam, I am now blogging as a lay person about the Church of England and the Anglican Communion. I am also blogging about the effects of World War One on the village of St Mary Bourne, Hampshire.
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3 Responses to Bamboo And A Bird: Linda Gregg

  1. feralc4t says:

    happy with plain people..

  2. Pingback: Bamboo And A Bird: Linda Gregg | phoenix143

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