Commute

Scratch, rumble, screech, SPARKS!

Many feet move off and on

In day and the dark.

 

Where are they going?

Where have they been all day long?

No words are exchanged.

 

I am silent too,

Contemplating my commute.

Scratch, rumble, screech, SPARKS!

 

Mary Gabis

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