Sunday, February 26, 2012

Switching at Union Square

photo by ana traina ~ 2012 ~
It was there that I passed
a demur young man sitting,
contently, with a cardboard box.
Confined inside the coffer
were many tiny cactus plants.

The number Three train passes by
and mutes the musical saw
that is sounding Fur Elise!

Two more minutes
for the number One train.
Up the crowded platform
I spy an African-American woman
with ginger hair
tenderly holding
a pussy-willow branch.

I must ask if she is going to root it.
She asks me, if that is possible,
explaining that she just found
the broken branch.
I said, yes.
The number One train arrives,
we say our awkward goodbyes,
with spring-starved smiles...

6 comments:

  1. I love this little snippet of life. You paint such a clear picture of all the small moments collected on a journey. It is not the train itself that matters, but those you see -- those you notice, and those whose presence may be brief, but that hold importance.

    Beautifully done, Ana. As always, I love the photo.

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  2. Love the way you look at the finer details of a trip on the subway, taking a moment to listen to the music around you and or speak to your fellow passengers. New York can be such an isolating place, especially on the Subway!

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  3. Thanks, dear insightful one that is you Ali!

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    1. My pleasure, Ana. Truly. It's a lovely post. xoxo

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  4. Thanks, dear Sara! And again you are quite right in so far as New York can be so very isolating, even in all the hustle and bustle of it all!

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