Languages clash on engrossed cell phones
that are unmindful of public space.
Black and brown shoes rest in different pairs of legs;
Keep their distance like respectful strangers.
I keep my face down,
resist the view of the big city flying below;
For eyes can't reach where the mind is now:
Home.
Red manicured fingers tap iPhones;
When will fashion come natural to me?
Large studded earrings dangle music
from ear plugs and mock my loneliness.
I see shadows of gloom as bright white morning light
falls on sloped roofs and cars and Taco Bell;
No one told me that New York City looks
poor and lonely from the no. 7 train.
I am on the no. 7 train;
A long, long way from home.
-Gauri Gharpure
October 27, 2011
that are unmindful of public space.
Black and brown shoes rest in different pairs of legs;
Keep their distance like respectful strangers.
I keep my face down,
resist the view of the big city flying below;
For eyes can't reach where the mind is now:
Home.
Red manicured fingers tap iPhones;
When will fashion come natural to me?
Large studded earrings dangle music
from ear plugs and mock my loneliness.
I see shadows of gloom as bright white morning light
falls on sloped roofs and cars and Taco Bell;
No one told me that New York City looks
poor and lonely from the no. 7 train.
I am on the no. 7 train;
A long, long way from home.
-Gauri Gharpure
October 27, 2011
