look: the wintering sky
in morning, mourning,
cries a purpled orange.
driving, driving, driving,
not arriving
wishing i were on my way
back home.



Blogger Josh said...

for me the moment sometimes comes when my feet hit the floor and i think: i can't wait to go to bed tonight. in the car, i use talk radio to distract myself from those dreary thoughts.


you gotta buy a ticket to ride the train.

10:08 AM  
Blogger Doe said...

That reminds me of the sad sad
wintering English sky!
You’ve described commuting
to a t, only poetically!

Nice one : )

5:12 PM  

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