Report on a Poem Written in Grape Soda on the D -train Floor

On the D-train, 

a full can of grape soda 

slowing rolls by, 

leaving a long trail 

of liquid blobs like footprints across 

the floor of the subway. 

The shapes slowly morph 

from the momentum of car, 

eventually fusing together 

into a long, expressive 

set of lines. It is a kind 

of writing. It seems to be  

full of meaning, 

and people look at it, 

and step around it.