swirling motions of
passengers on the
dimly lit rail
i ride along
with them
unknowing
as they too ride along
with me
some with lunch boxes
others their
sleeping bags
disheveled
all people like me
yet “not”
like me at all
seeing the lines of
my reflection
moving outside
staring back at me
a parody
a shadowy spector
looking past at
other people’s
reflections
sleeping, talking, happy,
sad or angry with
lives moving
forward while
their
sillouttes
face them trapped
inside the rail
glass…hoping this
ride will
end……
differently?!?
perhaps she will not
go to work a
mirror of
every yesterday
and he not
to the mission
again seeking food,
company or a
hot shower
to wash away
his homeless
tired life
each one seeking
another path
a way out of
the same tomorrow
hoping reflections
outside
are their real lives
going somewhere
a destination
past their stop
to another
future
© August 2012
Renee Espriu
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