Commuter-dream
By Parson Thru
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It drifts over neighbourhoods
across whom night has fallen
Cars waiting in lots
Buildings standing with windows lit
Work lying on benches and desks
to carry home or abandon
for the next couple of days
The train is barely noticed
Lost in background noise
with the fussing of sparrows
Its lights traversing the viaduct
as they creep into the night
From its warmth,
commuters, lost in thought
see nothing in the darkened streets
but weariness and home
And the end of another week
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'It' is a wonderful feeling.
'It' is a wonderful feeling. beautiful, dreamlike and perfect timing - the end of a very hard week.
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weariness and home in the
weariness and home in the bones. Yep. Makes sense.
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We can feel the tiredness at
We can feel the tiredness at the end. Great stuff !
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A commuter dream, hmmm, why
A commuter dream, hmmm, why not? At the end everything, not everybody, should have it's own dream. You made it so well, Parson! Really like it!
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It's been a while since I
It's been a while since I visited your tales Parsons.
A lot here I enjoyed.
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