Tuesday, November 22, 2005


commute inspired scrawl

Grey washed and darkened my city pulls her coat in tight
and squints skeptically at the somber November morning.
Rain and wind moan and thrash,
chill seeps deep into buildings and bones
urging all to stay abed
in defiance of the clock and calendar.
But the traffic presses and the commuters stress
moving slow in their asphalt arteries,
the sluggish blood of a recalcitrant sleeper
ignoring her alarm unsuccessfully.

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