4.01.2009

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. 



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