the colour of our lives

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Commuting

a radiant dawn
an anxious rush to the stop
misses the moment

wires droop from ears
every seat a separate world
– no eye contact

after the bus
the corner of his eye weeps
tears in the cool air

music in his ears
walking out of time
disconcerts

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2 thoughts on “Commuting

  1. Evelyn on said:

    “wires droop from ears
    every seat a separate world
    – no eye contact”
    yes!

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