Friday, October 30, 2009

Sitting on a Train Leaving Chicago at 5pm

Tired people sit still in silence
arranged and neatly stacked
in rows of four and columns of two.
Each row follows madly the one ahead of it,
whisking its passengers away from the city of wind.
Worn faces look mostly down or nowhere at all,
while heads bob and sway.
Flashes of light appear and slide and disappear,
but no one notices.

1 comments:

B said...

November 1, 2009 at 6:53 PM

True to the title, I was actually sitting on a train that was leaving the city at about 5:00 pm when I wrote this poem. :o)

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