blur and part

“the people blur and part”

and i await for the words to come

a frantic search

through many no longer sticky notes

bent and creased and come apart

with scribbles, waves and loops

half brackets, slashes and arrows

and lines wobbily crossed out

all tossed aside for that one

where all that has stuck

to memory

are “the people blur and part”

a thunderous sound

the platform trembles

a whoosh of stale and mechanical air

an impatient rush, quick shuffles and speakered din

all scattered now

and stuck between the tracks