Friday, 12 April 2013



Bright lights, dynamics, traffic flowing 24/7
crowds, people moving – going places – as busy as bees
seeing faces, diverse – shades of colour
Those are the kinds of landscapes
blending in; mixing well
anonymous, who can tell?

City streets, city life never ends – always begins
through time zones from rush hour
through tube tunnels
the best way to travel
is by car – in and
out of those off peak times

The city swells as millions
pound its pavements
bouncing bodies never seeing each other
and yet needing, wanting
the crowds of those nameless,
like sheep in a herd.

(12th poem for NaPoWriMo)

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