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Sometimes a glance is all it takes
to lift your head up, look down the path.
Feel the wind, vibration slight,
the heartbeat of the underground.
A strand of hair moves just a little bit,
a little more in the breeze
as the train approaches.
I can feel it more than hear it.
The presence of the air shifts
to announce its arrival.
Then the sound and light arrive, and trigger something.
A single miniscule tear emerges,
surrounded, isolated, enveloped
and traveling the pulse of the only city.