Thursday, July 31, 2008

in transit

Stuck on neurostar,
a speeding slow train.
Never making connections,
one track switches brain.

City ahead grows
distant on approach.
Red light burns cold,
coach leans low.

From a seat both aisle and window
I squint to count the passing grass.

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