Late At Night In the Subway

New York subway

A short huff touched my ear
down the stairwell,
and I looked at you
through the heavy, underground air.
I was tired.
The machine stench of asphalt and hot tar,
of old oil seeped through dirt and into cement,
stole half my air,
but I looked at you
and knew
I could stay like that for a long time
in that black hallway,
hang there and remember the brief air
and the stink
and the way your head turned slowly,
moving in that way you have after a long day,
to see the lights
of the oncoming car.
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Elan Morgan

Elan Morgan is a blogger, designer and consultant, and speaker who blogs and works from, spreads gratitude through the social network, celebrates quality blogging with the, and speaks all over. She has been seen in the Globe & Mail, Best Health and Woman's Day magazines, TEDxRegina, and on CBC News and Radio. She believes in and works to grow both personal and professional quality, genuine community, and meaningful content online.

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