The lungs of the train

The doors open when
the number three train
grinds to a stop in Times Square.

Passengers pile out,
passengers pile on the cars,
filling the lungs of the train.

After the exchange, refreshed,
the train pulls from the station,
resuming its uptown journey.

15 November 2011
Times Square

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