Posterous theme by Cory Watilo

Commute

morning migraine throb.
rattle rumble piercing horn.
scenery scrolls serenely. towns
then fields then trees then brick and busy

inside: iPods and pads, laptops, cellphones. distraction.
devotion, dedication, dereliction,
some to bleachers and beer, some
to watercooler blasphemy. some to psychic
advice under pseudonyms. some to their last
day, unknowingly;

the psychic might have helped.

shared minutes in collective solitude, we have
nothing in common but destination and mode.

We are all the same.

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