Alissa Rios // BOSTON

On my way

on the subway,

heading to the city.

Underground all you see is the darkness from in the

tunnel surrounding you.


Then the train slowly rises outside,

the skies are bright



As the train passes by the

fluorescent green trees,

looking as if they’re all

mashed together,

leaving streaks behind in the wind.


Traveling over a bridge,

the bridge is old

but strong,

and allows the subway to chug along.