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The Blue Line
  Once, on the New York subway,
  The blue line,
  I saw a rat, little one.
  Round with blurred edges,
  Like half-erased words
  That rats don’t know.
  I forget it exactly.
  The crowd moves in the filth
  I can’t imagine them apart
  Like individual pieces.
  They become one. Stories
  And lives and eyes that all
  Die together.
  I thought there was something
  To say. Like with Aesop’s. An animal
  That had a purpose. A meaning.
  But I don’t know. Maybe there is
  Something that I can’t see.
  That I don’t know.

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