Nov 7, 2023
Taking The L
Picture by author Whenever I take the L,Nostalgia hits me like a late-running trainThat grinds my face to dust rising in the sun’sProjection on my mindInundated with a traffic of picturesLong left behind in the lightsSometimes more white than brightHabiting this train squeezing through a tube. Ghosts under the daylight;Memories that live long after their executionThat I raise in a holy shrine…
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