I begin to know the streets, Spy tunnelsAnd their depth.The pavement where homeless men decry passerbyFor lonely cigarettes.
This is the place that borders lose,But where love has kept some managed fortitude.
Beset by a subway’s grumble,Caressed by a mortal fuse,This cobblestone snarl unhinged from myth,This is whereI test the water’s hue.
Image: Flickr, “Boston T – Green Line Subway Station” by username: Dan_H (Dan_H), under the Attribution-NonCommercial 2.0 Generic license.