metro poetry I

Yoga mat destinations
toe ring decorative walk.
And flannel that is not
  (it is summer, after all)
Red Sox iPods
Red Topped love.
Curls to bounce...
my enwrapped heart.
Imaginary voices to tell me of shuttles
and elevators to god.
Everyone is beautiful @ 10 AM
no Hangovers, no Fights
no screaming last night.
Yoga's nails are a bite
  (her guru hasn't gotten there)
and the platform crowds
with things-to-do
while we should be celebrating
me and you.
Greenbelt lands - then disappears
soon my train is here.
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