Watching the trains
beneath the streets of Los Angeles,
red line,
taking my time to NoHo.
Feeling the rush of air,
soon I’ll be on my way,
crowded platform
as my music plays
in my ears.
Sitting next to strangers,
strangers on a train,
watching the stops
go by
as the masses move about.
I saw you the other day,
waiting at the Orange Line,
but you never looked my way.
I do not know your name,
wish I had the courage
to say my name,
but maybe we’ll be going the same way
next time.
Now,
up I go,
So many stairs,
the escalators are not working today.
Sun greets me
as I emerge
ready to catch a bus,
see if you are there.
No matter what I hope you are doing well.
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