• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 08
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Deep underground
Harsh artificial light
Breaks into dance.

Behind the yellow line
Bag in hand and back arched high
Awaiting the train.

Arched and motionless
In the calm before the roar
The approaching train horns.

Mid-pose we arch
In shades and sneakers against green-lit tiles
The shutter clicks.

Crowds stare puzzled
From beyond the orange cones
We dance alone.

Train doors open
Mass exodus of writhing bodies
Dancing is now a group activity.