lament the light

M train showed
just as i got up the steps.

it's a nice sunny ride
the light drifts in
window-shaped patches
crosst the floor
& warms my face
a moment afore we turn
the curve & the incline
is up & the patches of light
are further away
moving with trainsway
interrupted & re-translated
by angles of architecture.
interrupted by ironwork
& the downswing.
many things race by
stay in the same place
dance flickering patterns
of light & dark
on the filthy floor.
dwn dwn dwn
lament the light.