Metro to the City

They wear hoodies
and pants slung low,
tattoos down necks
like Chinese
calligraphs
their girls swagger
hard consonants
needling thin air
the train goes quiet
I hide behind my book


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My small contribution to the ever-enduring Language > Place carnival Blog. Julia Davies hosts Edition #7 with the theme Unwritten Language - Unnamed Places. This poem inspired by my daily metro ride. On the last day of school the kids on the metro talked louder, at higher pitch, their excitability turning aggressive.

A HUGE thank you to Julia Davies for putting this puzzle together. Peace...

Gratitude #29

Today I am grateful for getting to work. At all.

I take public transportation, and for reasons involving a deer, a faulty brake system, and rather ineffective metro management, the system stalled in a major way.

Thanks to the kind woman who gave me and another a lift to a functioning metro station.

And isn't the heat getting to you? Peace, Linda