The L-train

Brooklyn, 2018, heat and flash of steel

Sun-kissed subway platform, head to midtown

Get on at Halsey, whirring threads of teal

Trains race in the dark tunnels underground

Myrtle-Wyckoff, Jefferson, Morgan, Graham

I want beauty, shade, good food, wine and art

Get off at Union Square in lower Manhattan

I can feel the trains beneath like the beat of my heart.

Union square market: fruits, art and flowers

Down Broadway, flip through books at the Strand

Under a tree’s shade I passed leisure hours

A-train to Fort Tryon, notebook in hand

Broadway junction, the silver turnstiles spin

Brooklyn to Manhattan to Harlem and back again