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Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Nightly ride

Dark blue sky arrives
Another day survives
Rush hour has passed
No rain in tonight’s forecast
Stand waiting for the bus
Hear kids laugh and cuss
Nearby building dims light
Moon is shining bright

Bus finally comes, I get on
So many of us yawn
Tiredness kicks in
Wipe away chalk from my chin
Quietness enters after next stop
One avenue closes shop
Another seems busy
People walk carefree

Stepping off I see
This place I want to be
A brief nightly roam
Someday calling it home

1 comment:

  1. Nice...., you captured a daily routine through your words and pictures. Bravo!!