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A crowded street:
The pitter-patter of well-worn shoes
on the pock-marked pavement,
with the odd collision of bodies
followed by a hurried apology
as a malignant musk of cigarette fumes
swoops by in a breeze.
So congested - almost suffocating
as the bus doors close,
standing shoulder-to-shoulder with silent strangers.
An excess of heat produced by the tight proximity -
yet the atmosphere is so cold and frigid.
A crowded theatre:
Bodies move in,
bodies move out,
anxious with places to be -
eyes glued to wrists,
fingers over keypads
while scouring for suitable seats.
Shuffling down rows
with more hurried apologies - soon to be forgotten
as backpacks unzip to reveal
laptops and notebooks - the tools of the trade
ready to begin.
So many faces, so many names -
fondly familiar yet perplexingly foreign.
So many bodies gathered together as one big number,
yet each alone is strangely so small -
perhaps we're nothing at all.
- by e t h e r e a l - j a d e |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/14/2010 |
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- Title: Insignificant Others
- Artist: e t h e r e a l - j a d e
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Description:
The start of the new school year.
Things are better now - but back then, I needed to vent. - Date: 01/14/2010
- Tags: insignificant others
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