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Evan Stephens
Poems
Aug 2019
Metro, Washington
Come, see the men
waiting for the silver
metro side with
pound-penny eyes.
Their little pistols
of breath break
the morning into
loaves of ash.
Look - the train
is a giant's rattle,
churning us all,
tattooing the path.
The cleaning woman
escapes the door into
a cleated brightness
full of hexagons.
The man in the suit
with the sad wrist
avoids my gaze
with leathery intent.
Look - children
chase a lost sparrow
that flew into
the station vault.
I exit the orange gates
out into the empire
of the sitting sun.
The sounds of the metro
decline into the earth.
Deduct the moment
from your day,
be glad of who you are.
Written by
Evan Stephens
44/M/DC
(44/M/DC)
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