The Metropolitan Transit Authority of New York had a brainstorm in recent years called Poetry in Motion. Instead of forcing me to stare at consecutive panels of strange looking people in Gap ads during my daily ride of misery on the D-train, I get to stare at intermittent panels of strange looking people in Gap ads. The other panels contain poems or pieces of prose that are occasionally insipid but often (surprisingly) good. I liked this one so much, I copied it on the back of my Wall St. Journal. I've never heard of Muriel Rukeyser, which makes it an even cooler find.

Yes by Muriel Rukeyser

Some go local Some go express Some can't wait To answer Yes

Some complain Of strain and stress The answer may be No for Yes

Some like failure Some like success Some like Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes

Open your eyes Dream but don't guess Your biggest surprise Comes after Yes