West 4th Street Station, A train to High Street Station: January 26th, 2016
I came upon this wonderful scene. A giant using the stair rail as a stretching bar. I asked him if I could take a picture. I have a thing for New Yorkers using infrastructure for exercise or alternative uses. Then I asked him to write a poem. He does yoga, Qigong and martial arts. He spoke of deep meetings with mysterious spiritual guides. We rode together on the A. He was a happy and optimistic straphanger. Then he took a seat and wrote the poem.


A thousand tear for a thousand
  years of blood, swat, and more
   tear’s, all for money, power,
     and respect as I reflec
on yeasdays feature, persanse.

Read a poem by Ian T.

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