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April 2, 2009
New Jersey Transit, March 2009
Ride the train towards the suburbs
in the late afternoon.
Sit by the window looking out
into the rainy dusk:
parking lots and shabby buildings,
trees in the distance
blending into fog.
Inside, the train's flourescent light is harsh
Outside it is subtle
dying a quiet, elegant death.
Is there any contrast?
Both inside and out
belong to the undifferentiated whole
Inside and out
form a single reality --
incontrovertible, flawless.
Posted by Professor B at April 2, 2009 3:52 PM
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