All these children in sweat pants
and other children that think they are dogs.
happily unhappily
show what looks like poise,
looks like heartbreak.
Still, untold
or, still not listening
There is a swishing of jackets
How can I settle
next to hazy earbuds in stereo
This poem reminds me of riding the 4 train to the Bronx, which I do every day during the year. It actually really captures it.
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