Subway Detective By Scott Eck I think I've seen you everywhere. I watch, while list'ning for the sound, On my recent walks underground. Clutching my inbound Redline fare, I beheld you before the stairs: Angel, like Monday when I found You sitting next to me. Profound, Was the greeting I could not bear. You! A thousand lovely faces, But it's the sound I have not heard Over clacking track and turnstiles. I glance again. My heart races, Aching for your voice to speak words Like the poems I have in my files. © 2002, Scott Eck