Jigsaws I Suppose!

it’s 7.30pm
i’m staring at faces on
a moving train
a habit of a sort
jigsaws i suppose
arranged in seats
perhaps, they’re thinking
about sport or politics
contemplating sex, tonight!
young men coolly
glance at women
pretending to be disinterested
while older men linger
on the image
perhaps a distance memory
the toil of work
takes its toll
contorts their masks
even the young with their bright
look tired
ambiguous about tomorrow
stations called out
one by one
the melancholy of their existence
there is the slight sound of
someone snoring at the rear
oblivious to everything
but his dreams

By Paolo Michell

About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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