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04.07.14 Posted in today's words by

Anthony Ward’s poem Projection appeared here in March 2014.

By Anthony Ward

I see her on the subway with her plethora of hats,
All wooly and lopsided where her hair trundles out
That she tucks behind her ear with unconscious momentum
As a smile breaks out from her custodial countenance,
And I chase after it to recapture it–
To intern at my own pleasure.

I feel born into here although I’m never habituated.
Every time I see her I’m primarily intrigued,
Transfixed in transit at 2 0m/hr 1000 m/hr
Linearly pulled into her orbit,
The gravity between us keeping us apart,
Before the doors exhale our held breath.


4 Responses to “Vessels”

  1. Nicole Yurcaba says:

    Beautiful. Reminds me of the Beatles’ “Lovely Rita” from “Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band.”

  2. Sarah says:

    Love this one! The language and images.

  3. You make me want to see her.

  4. Anthony Ward says:

    Thanks for your comments.

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