Commuting


Another early morning

Rise before the sun

Shuttle, cold darkness

Eyes closed

 

Sound of traffic

Walk in the cold

Wait for the train

Two, four minutes

 

Frozen breath rises

Now on the train

Bell rings doors close

Find the last seat

 

Screeching rails

Electric train silent

Bundled, withdrawn

Eyes closed

 

Above ground now below

More and more people

Bodies stir the air

Will this ride ever end?

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