{"id":31557,"date":"2024-05-09T11:36:48","date_gmt":"2024-05-09T15:36:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/peterlevine.ws\/?p=31557"},"modified":"2024-05-09T11:36:50","modified_gmt":"2024-05-09T15:36:50","slug":"red-line","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/peterlevine.ws\/?p=31557","title":{"rendered":"Red Line"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\">The decrepit T lurches into motion,<br>Its doors having taken--each--a full bite<br>Of the human mass that pushes through the tubes<br>Of Downtown Crossing. Damp, tense, tired, late,<br>The crowd flows under Tremont Street: so many!<br><br>I'm sitting on my buttoned wallet pocket,<br>Clutching the laptop hidden in my bag.<br>We fix our eyes on our own pairs of feet<br>Or on screens that, down here, cannot connect.<br><br>After Park (without an r), the pace picks up.<br>I remember to close my eyes. On each side,<br>An anonymous shoulder presses mine.<br>The only sound: that familiar patter<br>Of wheels' steel on track: tha-thump, thumpy-clack.<br>It\u2019s been in my ears since cigarette smoke <br>Still billowed in trains and settled on seats.<br><br>It brings to mind that turbid ebb and flow<br>That Arnold heard as human misery.<br>Maybe, but it's one pulse for all of us.<br>As we clatter over the rain-lashed river,<br>The breath of all the invisibles who ride<br>With me merges and thickens into one. <\/pre>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">See also: <a href=\"https:\/\/peterlevine.ws\/?p=24147\">sighs, short and frequent, were exhaled<\/a>; <a href=\"https:\/\/peterlevine.ws\/?p=5764\">Martha\u2019s Vineyard, August 2009<\/a>; <a href=\"https:\/\/peterlevine.ws\/?p=6113\">Robert Lowell at the Indian Killer\u2019s Grave<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The decrepit T lurches into motion,Its doors having taken&#8211;each&#8211;a full biteOf the human mass that pushes through the tubesOf Downtown Crossing. Damp, tense, tired, late,The crowd flows under Tremont Street: so many!I&#8217;m sitting on my buttoned wallet pocket,Clutching the laptop hidden in my bag.We fix our eyes on our own pairs of feetOr on screens [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1,16],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-31557","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","category-verse-and-worse"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/peterlevine.ws\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/31557","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/peterlevine.ws\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/peterlevine.ws\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/peterlevine.ws\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/peterlevine.ws\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=31557"}],"version-history":[{"count":13,"href":"https:\/\/peterlevine.ws\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/31557\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":31570,"href":"https:\/\/peterlevine.ws\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/31557\/revisions\/31570"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/peterlevine.ws\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=31557"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/peterlevine.ws\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=31557"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/peterlevine.ws\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=31557"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}