Going to Work

On their daily trips 
commuters shed tears now 
use American flags 
like veiled women 
to hide their sorrows 
rush to buy throwaway cameras 
to capture your twin ghosts 
frantically I too 
purchase your memory 
on postcards & coffee mugs 
in New York City souvenir shops 
afraid I’ll forget your façade 
forget my hallowed Sunday 
morning path train rides 
my subway travels through 
the center of your belly 
afraid I’ll forget your power 
to transform helicopters 
into ladybugs gliding in the air 
to turn New York City 
into a breathing map 
to display the curvature 
of our world.

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