Friday, 21 August 2009

Tired.

Bus crowded hot afternoon - just thinking.
Blindly saw an old street; rusted sign. I wondered -
it's all lost in the end.
Past a cafe, murky and drowning -
insignificant moment.
Past shops, library, faces, church -
stepped off and worked my way home -
watched the bus round another corner.
All the passenger’s faces left me.

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