the four
line
sigh my eyes and turn abrupt
walk the entire length of this subway platform
feel my mouth, ajar,
another six-month affair
then, this escalator up
take two at a time
four flights out of the station
onto a wet walk
the mega-city air
weak as a dusty whisper
taxis line the rail,
await, all
lights and wipers
snowflakes sideways aflutter
Here's an interesting approach to composition. 99.9% of the poem precisely renders the boring details of a daily activity, while its emotive heart is one line, almost buried, but which stands in sharp contrast to its environment.
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