Running, running, running,
half a block down, I hear the train rumble through headphones blaring,
scaring, whizzing by old ladies, taking their grandkids to school,
my own backpack clapping against my spine as I fly down the hill,
up the stairs, MetroCard in hand, swipe it at the turnstyle,
turn a hard 90 degrees, I hear through the breeze rustling nearby trees:
“This is a Manhattan bound 2 train, the next stop is-”
jumping upstairs 2 by 2 with toward the 2 train the 2 doors closing I reach the platform,
and race for the doorway, like my feet haven’t met enough of the floor today.
Ding-doong. Already warned to stand clear, I throw my body into the open space, and just
barely beat the closing doors, as they seal shut on the first try, and into the sunrise and
working day, the barely open eyes of mine and fellow train passengers ride. -RSM
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