Poetry Challenge Day 10: The A Train

           NYC MTA Transit

We’re riding together but sit worlds apart. The stockbroker, the mother, the hobo living in separate realities, yet riding in the same car. The A Train zips from beaches to hoods to ground zero. Our liberal metropolis is a kingdom of progressive “niceties” . The A Train is a silver chariot carrying us through our politely segregated city.

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