A train Fulton St to 116th St, February 5th, 2014
Alex was the “helpful human” on the train. He told me where the C stopped (frazzled as I was from 1, 2, 3 power outage). He turned off my iPhone flash when I was trying to shoot Alex L. When the seat next to him opened up, I jumped on it. My hands were full of laptops, coffee cups and pens. A man next to me, Virgil (can you believe it?), became my photo assistant. He was funny and friendly, but not yet ready to write a poem. Not just then. Later in the day I received Storm Poem 3.
A foot of snow this morning
And now wet boots
As we all snuggle together
in our sardine can torpedo
Grim faces, soggy, soggy
Ah New York
Gotta love it
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