The platform is wet from last nights rain but this morning the sun has wove threads of gold sewing itself to the soft cloud a handful of people smile at tiny escaping strands of light the look of hope on their faces scores of others turn away looking down cheekbones rigid with anguish a reminder of the darkness in their life and I’m people watching wondering what type of person will sit next to me on today’s journey.
Thanks for taking the time to read this poem. It’s my first piece of 2022, I’ve been mega busy.
Take It Easy
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Sewing itself to the soft cloud – what a great image, nice poem 😀