This Road Closed
I emerged from the subway thinking I had crossed some vortex. Shifting from the city of strangers to the city of absence. I called out only to hear my voice echo through the hallway. My feet shuffled through tentatively so as not to awaken whatever lie ahead. Brick after brick I came closer to being farther away. Cracks on the wall reminding me of the temporal nature of it all. Up ahead I could see light. Not the florescent kind that haunts our nights and reminds us of hospital wards but the kind that warms us from the bone. Without hesitation I moved more quickly to the light hoping for some answers. But I was greeted with nothing more than a hand written note and a string of yellow tape. This stair closed.
May 27th, 2008 at 8:03 am
Very poetic
May 27th, 2008 at 8:06 am
I try. I actually didn’t start out trying to write a bit of poetry. It just kind of flowed and seemed like a good post for the day. The hallway was much cooler than my words and the 7th street stop and stairs were in fact closed. I apparently missed the sign! hahahahahaha