Subway poem 2

In New England the highways bend and curve in a useless banter of narrowing passages and rusted bridges
How many of us are going to New York?
The state of Connecticut offers us battered red trains as incentive to move in even pace past these ports and fields of pebble
Images of you are fading fast from disappointed to bittersweet as May inches closer
Do you think they italicize city names on rail station signs so they blur easier when the train passes fast? Resistance is a tricky game to play

I’ve been doing a really shit job reading the news as of late
But I convince myself it's alright because I’ve always been trying to maintain perspective better than most