Thursday, October 30, 2008

cold control

Tonight was one of those magical subway rides home
when I'm overwhelmed with love for New York
and New Yorkers.

Everyone had a miserable day, and was struggling to suppress their
frustration while being in someone's face,
and having someone in their's --

just get where they're going
with limited space; time; means.

Packed in and
giving off steam:
short tugs on a scarf,
strategic throat clearing,
aggressive, padded elbows
& hurried apologies.

"when it gets cold, it gets hot."

1 comment:

malcomama said...

wonderful expression, D. Public transit--especially the NY subway, I assume--is full of good stories. You got to the pith of that here.