Subway times

Subway ride through a newspaper, flutter
express stop and cooked air at the sports section
with the concrete pressed straight cold against your feet
like there’s no shoe there at all. No shoe to separate
the ligatures that spell out
the times of the day, the subway times you’re zipping through. The
business, life, nation, op ed, crowded, closing metal metro doors
and gossip too. And there’s you, subracing through in
flip-flops made of newsprint and cold-pressed shoe.