Out from Under

Eastern city’s neon  

Glared and charmed

Its way into his soul

He was a lightning bug

Stuck inside a jar

And found it strange

A starless metropolis

Subway cars rattling

Ripping up tracks

Some days he wished

For a clean getaway

Diving into the blue

Off the hometown dock

Until he heard her music

Floating free and clear

On the southbound platform

Cello notes hauntingly lovely

Her focus sharp, practising

In sandwiched crowds

He heard symphonies

He’d never heard

And out of the underground

In brilliant light of day

Finding her there in the dark

Lit a spark of belonging

Looking ahead, not back

© 2012 S. Michaels
Five Star Notebook

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