New York Commute

poem by Luann (Suhr) Akaydin - what I see, hear & feel as a native New Yorker

(Links throughout in case you want to follow along with some of the auditory & visual experiences on the second readthrough)

Image: Swiping a Metrocard

Squeak squeak of shoes.

Cold wind rushing over your face.

Screeching of the train heavily pulling itself out of the station.

Clack clack - it sails over the rails.

Heavy breathing and sighs,

            waitin…