
subway smell
swims up nose
musty wheels
cling and spin
out my window
signs fly past
whoosh ‘n swish
whoosh ‘n swish
bodies push
heat swells
I collapse
pink dress spills
feet tramp through
on sunburnt hands
fowl my fingers
hair and dress
just a lump
a sunburnt pink-
dressed tramp
whoosh ‘n swish, whoosh ‘n swish, whoosh ‘n swish…
Aug 23, 2016 @ 07:35:24
Great poem,Jeanne.Ouch to the fingers.
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