#14! I scratched this out in a hurry while looking at a photostream of colorful snapshots of life on flickr (my savior when it comes to NPWM).
So we decided to run at 2 a.m.
and leave this town where everybody knows
soon we'll be crossouts.
The world around us seems
so much more colorful, as if someone's
finally found the paint and splashed it
all over our world. So the umbrella's
now rainbow-colored, the houses are blue and orange,
and the view out the subway window
is filled with red and gray and black,
the shades of tunnel walls being left behind.
Suddenly the doors are green
and the lock, dangling from a chain,
clinks while we hang on and the train
pushes us forward.