Rhythm

I wrote this last fall, and it is one of my favorite pieces:

Rhythm.
by Ryan Cupo

Quick! Run! Up the stairs, to the podium,
Seven ‘o’ five, never late, except when
You’re early. A bustle of people, crowding,
Rushing on. Relief. No seat. Not today.
More people crowd. The stops fly by. Thorndale,
Downingtown, Whitford. More and more crowded.
Exton, Malvern, Paoli. My knees shake.
Radnor, Villanova, Rosemont. People,
Begin to empty. A seat, quick! Grab it!
Turn to the window, how gorgeous, don’t look!
Did she see you? Look back. Gazes meet. No!
Look away! Towards the isle. Haverford,
Ardmore, Wynnewood. Stop. Should I say something?
Maybe. Maybe not. Narberth, Merion,
Next stop I will. Overbrook. Start to speak.
She gets up. No, please stop! Quick say something!
She’s gone. Center City. My stop. I leave.
My heart sinks. Then I forget. Tomorrow.

The story line is based on a collection of true events, but the meaning is not solely about love/women...

Ciao

Hello blogspot, this is my first post and I will keep it short. My name is Ryan, I am currently a student at a small university in southeastern Pennsylvania, and am dual majoring in chemistry and mathematics. I have been wanting to blog for some time now, but could never muster the willpower to create an account. I was reminded of this quote the other day (by none other than Kurt Vonnegut in his satirical piece "God Bless you Dr. Kevorkian"), and felt it appropriate to start my blog off with it:

"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy"