What in This World

DAY TWO:


Several years ago I lived in New York City on the twelfth floor in a great old pre war building on Fifth and 102nd Street. From the north side bedroom window I could see the train that had just emerged out of the 96th Street exit from the underground. It looked surreal as I imagined the (from where I sat) very tiny commuters traveling along, oblivious to my viewing them in this very amusing perspective.



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                                                              My Apartment Window

                                             From up here I can see the train rumble on to
                                                                           Connecticut
                                                       so small I could put it up between
                                                                           my thumb and forefinger and
                                                                                      place it on the
                                                                 rug in the living room and
                                                                            watch it travel round and round
                                                                             and never get to New Haven
                                                                                           on time.