Monday, August 29, 2011

what isn't

as the baby
cries
and the mother
holds
him tight,
her eyes
fixed on
a point unseen,
and the train
sways
along the track
while daylight
recedes
with winter
coming on,
and everyone
holding tight
to the overhead
straps, all is
never what
it seems, no
matter how
hard you try
to make sense
of it all.

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