Subway Woman

Are you sinister in your intent?
How do you come, like an incendiary device,
To set fire to the flesh?

I saw a painting of you in Venice.
Out of some museum you walked and now are
Freed from the cover of books as well.

The way to work involves long blocks,
None of which has eternity in its plan.
And yet vision can be at play

On the field of limitation,
Has things to say about the demographically tested
Slants of a particular face, has proclaiming chords

To strike as to where a focus on the body leads
And the specific address where spirit
Can be counted on to be waiting in the wings.

Just so you know what the morning can bring,
Subway woman, Just so you know.

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