On the commute this morning, gazing...
out of the big flat window of my big bus
sensing the coldness of this chilly day
May morning, I still sleepy
and looking out at springtime's first lie
Sitting here with all of this time
another 24 hour sigh begins
and it's
Its off to the races
to do this worlds bidding
to fulfill some destiny that this morning feels
external
and still a part of me
landscape changes like the faces of flickered playing cards
all blending into my blank stare
my big bus barrels on
little colored auto blurs fly by
carrying life in the oposite direction
cars and trucks and pedestrians each staring
straight ahead at their own lovely day
it is amazing
how there are so many differences
going the same way
Nearing my arrival
the stream I swim in thought
begins to merge
with the buses surge
into a sea of other buses
all with big flat windows of their own.

"little colored auto blurs fly by
carrying life in the oposite direction"
Excellent Visual!

Hey D...have missed you....this is great...reminds me of you

great write!!

yes... its kinda colorful the way life passes...

thank you Kimmy- Its real. I feel.

thank you for sharing, nvkikigirl...

Yeah....takes me to our talks on the phone...nice