Rush Hour This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.

The aching swoon of public transportation
Plays swift notes under rushing feet
And adds its subway car soprano
To the 8 a.m cacophony
That grieves at green lights and halts at stop signs,
Weeping productivity
Through rows of gritty sidewalk soil.
The high-rise wilting flowers sway through the song,
A city’s shrill crescendo.
A requiem for a garden of dead steel.





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