“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
intotheindigo 