As a young lady, I used to take the subway with my then-boyfriend who was savvy with the subway system. Being a country girl, I had no idea how it worked, and yet I caught on rather quickly, being a Poetess to the mysteries of the human family while simply riding. I liked seeing the many different cultures who rode and yet feeling we were all one. I liked being part of the world in it's slow pace. Once people got on the subway, they sat still and reflected, simply being themselves for a moment, again.

     I counted seven subway rides that day and the seventh was a treasure I won't forget. I saw love clearly visible. A child stood to give his seat to an elderly person. This child was an angel. He was Hispanic with brown eyes like a chocolate soul.  The happiness the child felt melted within me. He was a tiny adult knowing life's meaning at a young age. A wise old soul...on the seventh subway, changing me, making me see pure goodness alive in the city.
 

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