.on the front seat.

Yesterday,
on the C,
on the way home.

I was just thinking
how
diverse
the car was.

So many different people
and paths
and ideas
and race
and religion
and various forms of body odor.

And I read this today.

And thought,
damn
what a cruel
and wonderful
city we live in.

(and although I do not usually take any line that goes under the Manhattan bridge, other sights above ground still get me excited and happy - no matter how many times I've seen them)