Sunday, October 10, 2010

Bloggers in the queue

Gods or goddesses,
emperors or exotic dancers --
each has a unique stance,
a unique voice,
a unique call,
a unique opportunity
to be heard, to serve,
to dance -- however briefly --
on the stage that is life.
We line up on the subway,
clinging to the straps,
bracing as the train first slows,
then stops,
eagerly awaiting our chance
to explode onto the platform
and declare the day's truth.

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1 comment:

Maureen said...

Great title for this charming poem.