My local Subway route home often takes me to this place on this uptown platform as I wait for my express train. Sometimes there is someone prone upon this equipment, as it is somewhat hidden away from the rest of the platform. P.B. Warrington supplies a sensitive observation of an all-too-common sight in the city.
"Prone" Now there's time Any surface is cool down here Daylight evaporating into incandescence No shapeless oblivions Anxiously beckoning Dream while no commuters hurry To a rain-swept street above Rise later and soak up time Away from the store fronts Head swiveling right-to-left Never looking back Return to these chains A resting place Anchored for now