Subway People

It’s coming to get me! photo:S.F.

Subway people are my friends.
We meet up every day,
to travel fast through space and time, spellbound illusions that never stay.

Sometimes the spell hits hard and fast, sometimes we lose our way.
Our eyes turn black,
we hold our breath
in tunnels deep and long.

But then our stop is pre- announced
it’s time for us to go.
We gather bags, and slip on shoes,
and rub our weary eyes.

“First me, no, ME, I got on last”,
our feathers start to fly.
And, now, he’s really PUSHING HARD.
I, growl, “what’s with this guy?”

We chatted all about our reads,
Kobos, komics, and, Kindles,
but now it’s time to say goodbye..
no more smiles, and cheerful mingles.

Doors are banging, lights are flashing,
yet, the arrival voice remains calm.
I’d like to meet this Holy one,
she doesn’t even know what’s going on!

I see my sign, this is my stop,
I really need to go,
I’m tired, hungry, hot, and wet,
“the air must be broken today.”

“Uh, ‘scuse me”, I cut sharply through,
facing a new subway ‘friend’…
“The protocol is – you don’t get on,
until, AFTER the miserable, exiting throng.”

“Glad you’re home, how was your day?
Oh, mine, it was just fine.
I met all sorts of people…
the subway is such a good time…”


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