The MTA subway has its problems - you don't have to be an Einstein to uncover them. But, it's wise seeking out its artistic reprieves while you ride. "The Owl" by Chinese-American poet Arthur Sze (b 1950) was in plain sight at the back of the car. Sze has received a nomination for the Pulitzer Prize in Poetry. For those who may not have found this treasure hiding out in plain sight:
The Owl
The path was purple in the dusk,
I saw an owl, perched on a branch.
And when the owl stirred a fine dust
fell from its wings. I was silent then. And left the owl quaver
And at dawn waking the path was green in the May light.
A delightful hoot to brighten your day - albeit on the subway.
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