Subway poles rise from the floor to a reflective ceiling that by some is adored while others peek around tubular bends as they seek a sight line that doesn’t offend in a packed enclosure that comes and goes with choreography not always apropos
Read MoreOpen panes provide a guise to view the installation as a succession of plies
Read MoreAssistance awaits via a variety of aids; from railings to intercoms to bucket brigades
Read MoreShuttle shuffling to and fro, porting people on the go, brightly beaming through dark domains, starting then stopping all over again
Read MoreRemovably maintained behind lock and key, wonder awaits one’s embrace of mystery
Read MoreA dude delights in drawing tatted designs, creating amongst others in a state so sublime
Read MoreMachined in metal and mounted with screws, it’s hearty for heaving in a transient adieu
Read MoreOne’s eyes are a window to the soul
A primary pathway to the being within
Gazing yearningly with or without control
An eyelock - and with it, the games begin
Looks stray askance in a visual stroll
A connection troublingly torn, causing chagrin
Words then tendered; a bid to re-enroll
An attachment rescued with a touch or a grin
Read MoreA subway signal blazes brightly red heralding a terminus lying just ahead
Read MoreEditorial standards are a must - 'else into the bin follows readers' trust
By tickling his ivories while shuttling to and fro, a street musician shares his tender inner glow
Somewhere between Grand Central and Times Square ...
Packed Portal Particularly Perplexing
