Slip on ice but don’t fall
down. Seventeen more
days. We want a preview.
If I were a train,
I’d be local
and mostly underground
till I’m not. Sub or el—either way
I’d move people more
than I could ever move you
or me into tomorrow’s
shades of the unstratified.
Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash 
Speak it! I’d love to hear this on mic, it’s tantilizing. Seventeen more…
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Wow, thanks. Reminds me that I don’t do that enough–read them aloud.
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