Thursday, October 04, 2012


The sad people, everywhere.
Even their frowns trudge. Their grief flailing like untied shoelaces.
Every morning they fill up the train with their tears, flowing into stations before tributaries flow on to offices; lit by lights as artificial as my
sympathy for them.

1 comment:

ginab said...

ooh! I remember grim looking faces on the tube every morning. stone faces nearly.

nice turn at the end. Or, I think so.