BRYANT PARK SUBWAY STATION
Glistening tiles, shining white or faint cloud colors,
Grounding of stony texture, brown-bronze-green,
Above, reaching upward, a tracery of golden branches,
And the mysterious words of poets,
Light my way to the library.
Triss Stein
Metropolitan Diary NY Times 9/28/08
currently/still Reading: On Writing, A Memoir of the Craft by Stephen King
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