A look back at my first poem, published in the University of Scranton's Spring 2014 edition of its literary journal, Esprit.
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Alloy-plated cars ca-clunkalong rails.
Greased wheels churn direct current, howl through tunnels,
Pump the blood of the city through veins.
Above, epidermal streets remain vain.
Thwap! Suddenly bright, impressioned faces. Rale
Of voices bleat out a cacophony. Again in the tunnel,
Blue hue from screens reflects in his eyes,
Connected within the connection. Sparks
Flash pale blue on graffitied walls, bubble
Letters speak from the depths. A burst bubble,
Chewing gum shakes my lull. The culprit eyes
Me eyeing her. I dart my eyes to a spark.
She chews cow-like, plays a scratch-off.
“I won,” she says. “How much,” I ask, softly.
Her eyes remain down, fixed on the ticket,
And I feel red in the quiet car, no ticket
To her celebration. She laughs softly.
Now I see the Bluetooth spark, I’ll just get off.
