Commuter Dream

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

Copyright Kevin Buckle 2015

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