To and fro
Sky lightening
shoes crunching
loose gravel on the street
more pairs joining, crunching
down to the shore
tributaries of shoes and tires
converging at the station
rushing, standing, waiting, fidgeting
seagulls calling
symmetrical gliding
drawing intricacies
in the sky
train blasting
greeting
hurrying
slowing
riders sleeping, texting, reading
as the sun winks
on the water
crowds ripple up the stairs
out of the station
breaking and spreading
along the sidewalk
buses sighing, lumbering
taxis darting
store gates rising halfway
workers meeting, delivering, typing,
repairing, feeding, building
leaving
sky darkening
street lamps spotlighting
streams funneling
back into the station
city decreasing
home fires increasing
Is this poem your own? It's beautiful, just right for a Sunday morning. xx
ReplyDeleteWow. Thank you. Yes, it's my own, and I really appreciate your kind words. I'm pretty proud of it.
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