Automatic Travellers

2003-07-31 at 17:19 (poetry)

Silhouettes board and leave,
Emerging into the light.
None of them thinking,
None of them blinking:
The automatic travellers.

Silently, they sway back and forth,
As the train moves on its course.
No more can people get out;
The carridge starts to jolt:
Thoughts are brought to a halt.

Strangers board the train,
Two stops, they’re off again.
Glazed looks and strange books
That’s all that can be seen:
And the automatic travellers, on they go.

(written on Washington DC Metro)

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