Subway Mind (Wreck a Title)

We sit under the same glass
umbrella beneath the dripping stairs
and wish for stars
over a calm ocean—

no wind to tell on our motion
toward each other.

We sit above the same filthy
platform over the third
rail and wish
to be spared

another breakdown.
We ruin everything

in all directions
till the rumble wakes us to stand
and consider what Claude would say
about the crowd’s breath now.

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