Surprise in New York

On the way to a gallery run in NYC, I happened to turn over my Metro Card and found this poem fragment.  A wonderful surprise.  Then I turned the card over again and really started to appreciate the slightly antiquated look of the red, yellow and blue card as we whooshed our way through the subway tunnel.

I have become an orchid/ washed in on the salt white beach/ Memory/ what can I make of it now/ that might please you-/ this life, already wasted / and still strewn with miracles?       from Voyager by Mary Ruefle