Public and private transportation
The rain came
down like a waterfall
from the top of the escalator
coming out of the Metro
station near my apartment.
Being underground is timeless
and consistent. The temperature stays
relatively the same
and it never rains.
The thunder sometimes feels
like it originates
from the earth
and shakes anyone
standing on her to their most basic
elemental self.
That has to be my favorite place -
the ground level of myself,
the cosmic lobby of my character
where everything meets to check out,
where I meet myself.
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