secret control station panic picnic

she rumbles down the stairs
catches the final subway as it’s on its way
catches the final subway as it’s on its way

she stares at the ends
she smiles at the babies
she clips her lips when she sees the lazies

the subway stops
between stops
and she sees a grid thick gray panel
through a window
something unreflected
a Hispanic woman
manning the controls
blue vest
light blue short sleeve button-down,
rolling with a chair
frantically
as all the blinking lights turn red

then the subway gets on its way again

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