An open door
Green of day steeps into a grassy aroma
A familial air whizzing through shared city streets
The papers greet a house down the block and
I can't help but wonder if the news
Has reached them yet:
--The earth is wilting and
It will rain today--
I board the 91
Coffee buzzing in my lungs
--The house we've built is wilting and
Wigged men are lining us up--
A workingwoman sits behind me
A toddler bumbling about her lap
She looks past me, but I answer anyway:
"The people are wilting and
Time is sitting still"
--
c
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 4:32 PM UTC
An open door
Green of day steeps into a grassy aroma
A familial air whizzing through shared city streets
The papers greet a house down the block and
I can't help but wonder if the news
Has reached them yet:
--The earth is wilting and
It will rain today--
I board the 91
Coffee buzzing in my lungs
--The house we've built is wilting and
Wigged men are lining us up--
A workingwoman sits behind me
A toddler bumbling about her lap
She looks past me, but I answer anyway:
"The people are wilting and
Time is sitting still"
--
c
Reflection on what I've observed of the world (as of yet), on my usual route to work. Hopeless? How are others reacting? Are we oblivious? Willing?
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