Sonnet: 2/1997 Poem by Carl Bowers

Sonnet: 2/1997



All lights off, the D train stands for darkness.
Invisible, we somehow see ourselves:
As separate and yet as closely bound
As lovers in the sleep which follows passion,
As closely bound and yet as separate
As dusk and dawn on opposite hemispheres.
Light back, do we move closer, or apart?
Sighted again, we find that light divides us
As life divides us to its orbs of reason;
Skin shades, sin shadows ride another train
Shuttling the shortest track; while the D train,
Whose darkness, maybe death, maybe desire,
Daily propels us light to dark to light.
May we shine once before the fall of night...

Tuesday, January 17, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: identity
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The D subway train entered the tunnel without the interior lights on. The S shuttle train connects two quite different neighborhoods.
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