A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature
That weekend, on Fourth Street
Where the No. One meets the Nine,
It was only I
Who brought the two lines together.
The line going downtown
Carried sleepy immigrant men to work.
The other line turned round
Taking maids to wealthy homes,
And it dropped me off at a foothill.
In the canyon, I constantly asked myself:
When will these working families
Sit on the same line?
Copyright 2017 Majid Naficy
Majid Naficy’s books include Father and Son. Originally from Iran, he lives in Los Angeles.