UNDERGROUND

Blue heavens and fair winds

Find favor above clouds.

A multiple spattering of voices linger

under a sea of skies, busily reshaping

without notice from below.

A misty day resembling spilled wax

quiets travelers; hands hold

subway handles and scratched

gray metal poles.

Fast with a furious sway the tunneling

of trench coats and briefcases stand stiffly

next to, ignoring an elbow buddy as

opening doors release stagnant air as

the masses claim escalators to the surface.

A portion of the city is underground

during morning.  Painfully and purposely

looking away, ignoring, wishing to be

at a place, repeating everything at five.

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