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Joshua Church May 2020
Early pink sky
rising grey fog
treetops ablaze in orange
Joshua Church May 2020
The sound of rain stopping
Under the bridge
Hammering on the hood again
Long drive ahead
Joshua Church Feb 2013
Step off the bus,
I’m in the wrong place.
Where am I now?
Try to ask,
It’s too crowded.
Run down a long flight of stairs.
Check the screens,
Read the signs,
Check the newsstand.
Newsstand lady might help.
She doesn't help.
I’ll go ask a guard.
I’m back on my way up the stairs.
Run through a door.
I’m under black sky.
Towering scrapers look down on me.
I’m back beneath concrete again.
See rows of benches,
Streams of fast people,
In a room of roaring chatter.
There’s a guard.
I've got some directions.
Back out into the night once more.
Step on cracked sidewalk,
Under overhead construction,
And past a man on the ground selling tickets.
Squish through a door,
Run back downstairs,
And I pay a small fee for the train.
Rush down more steps,
Enter huge space,
A cold subterranean stop.
I’m waiting in a line.
Look down the tunnel.
Darkness is starting to split.
People are running.
Loud doors are opening.
I’m finally leaving this place.
Joshua Church Jan 2018
On my phone
I see a soul
No
I see a glow
My eyes start to ache
My bones start to numb
I haven't done anything
I haven't seen anyone

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