I was walking along the 42nd Street tunnel from Port Authority to Times Square, and I did something most New Yorkers never do–I looked up. Something had caught my eye. There was writing on the ceiling. Not graffiti, but a short poem. Each verse was on a separate section of the ceiling so that I had to walk several paces to see the next line.
It was not exactly “poetry in motion” because I was the one who was moving in order to read it. Even during the monotonous morning commute, it’s amazing what you can see when you look up from your smart phone.
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