Tug of Piece

Don’t mistake ambivalence for neutrality
As if the pencil balanced on and by your shifting fingertip were a steady base
As if love with hate made calm indifference
As if tug of war could be called a state of peace
As long as no side wins

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A poem about when the N train is stopped and R rolls in across the platform (and other stuff)

When you’re stuck at the station
struggling to be patient
with the endlessly-stalling
train which is calling
itself “express,”
is it time to guess
that you’ll cover more ground
with one that’s forward-bound
at any rate?
Or better to wait?

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