Subway Elegy
       

Slowed down, stopped. And with a sigh
the steel doors parted. Someone stepped
onto the platform. The station blurred.
We were carried away, soon studying
again our ethereal faces in the glass.
With an effort of imagination we could see him
climbing the stairs to the avenue,
but not what he saw as he rose above the pavement,
or the source of the light that fell
about his head and shoulders as he rose.

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