Metro
Metro-
Running to track six
Downtown to South Chicago
The twelve twenty leaves on time.
Nodding off slowly,
Cozy up in seat; like
My dog, nuzzle trice.
Listening to clunking
Steel wheels spinning over rails
I take in father's death
Crossed-arm holding things in,
Belly churns incessantly,
I too will cease someday
©2010 j.a.o.a.
poem by Jose' Antonio Orellana Artolozaga
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