Caught the 7:10 ferry at the Larkspur Ferry Depot in the morning
The quiet of the sea of people was somewhat unsettling
Still faces seemed hardly alive; hardly awake
Begging not for eye contact, pupils darted away
30 minutes of watching the waves splash up, teasing the window
Can one saunter slowly in the crowd of the hurried?
Heels clicked through the Embarcadaro Ferry Building
A rushed three blocks to the stairs leading to the dark
Waiting for the 7:46 reunion
Genuine care through a well-wishing bid and the offering of the daily news
The metro pass out of my leather bag and ready to swipe
Languages, Germs, Concrete Tunnels
Two steps pass the yellow line as the door closes
Not trained for the jostle of a subway
Digits grasp the metal rod, planted feet
Lights on, At the desk with hot Earl Grey while all halls are quiet
The department officially opens it's doors when it is 11:00 a.m. in Minneapolis
Closed door when it is 9:00 p.m. in New York City
Say farewell to stranger colleagues
Walk through the dark to met the city lights
Past the subway diversity towards the mighty waves
Greetings exchanged with the night boarding crew that have befriended this woman
Laughter towards the lengthy suited cue of booze anticipation; we ferry the night away
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