Glimpses Of Forgotten Souls

Rush-Hour

Rush-Hour

By: ECole 789

' And who? Cares '—

absolutely, no one . . .

Going Going Gone

about their rush-hour way—

bumper to bumper

indifferent

at slumber-clad innocence . . .

cotton blend, soft white,

adrift with the movement . . .

              ' Don't you see? me breezing by

               with the face of tantrum

               across the air of no matter—

              and NO I don't!

                             Stand Still

                                            (ash-blond locks gone windswept)

               and breath for time in action, on scene,

               suspended . . .

               thoughts in the moment

               pass the point of impact—

               run-over,

               gone trampled under rubber; '

ghost afloat along grills—

and . . .

Going Going Gone—

in blindness

all the people are—

too gone  about, their rush-hour way.

01/08/17