Tuesday, July 15, 2008

late I hear the passing travels through the city
as it’s moving swiftly steadily carrying
ones community in constant broader terms
leaves the nest forging new bonds without comfort
and to see them pass
in such perfect unison and timely fashion
we’ll always be proud of our efficiency
the ability to acknowledge the quirkiness
in a meadow in my head people never travel
they only look in different directions
when one does contact the other
in the brief half second of bashful
an immediate turn to nothing
so as to save face
an interest in my fellow
shall never touch but stare
and give weary glances
but never move for we cannot care
once placed inside the soup
so thick and pungent
swallow breath of freshness
and we never taught the carrier
its message lost in the abyss of mass transit

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