She has put into words some of my everyday experiences and impressions and thoughts. Remarkable.<\/p>\n
Into the Lincoln Tunnel <\/b> by Deborah Garrison<\/i><\/p>\n
The bus rolled into the Lincoln Tunnel,
\nand I was whispering a prayer
\nthat it not be today, not today, please
\nno shenanigans, no blasts, no terrors,
\njust please the rocking, slightly nauseating
\ngray ride, stop and start, chug-a
\nin the dim fellowship of smaller cars,
\nbumper lights flickering hello and warning.
\nYes, please smile upon these good
\npeople who want to enter the city and work.
\nBecause work is good, actually, and life is good,
\ndespite everything, and I don’t mean to sound
\nspoiled, but please don’t think I don’t know
\nhow grateful I should be
\nfor what I do have ?<\/p>\n
I wonder whom I’m praying to.
\nMaybe Honest Abe himself,
\ncraggy and splendid in his tall chair,
\nbetter than God to a kid;
\nLincoln whose birthday I shared,
\nin whom I took secret pride: born, thus I was,
\nto be truthful, and love freedom.<\/p>\n
Now with a silent collective sigh
\nsteaming out into the broken winter sun,
\nup the ramp to greet buildings, blue brick
\nand brown stone and steel, candy-corn pylons
\nand curving guardrails massively bolted and men
\nin hard hats leaning on resting machines
\nwith paper cups of coffee ?<\/p>\n
a cup of coffee, a modest thing to ask
\nAbe for,
\ndark, bitter, fresh
\nas an ordinary morning.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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