Except for the Day’s Ghost

The best time of the day

Is the train journey

To the city

Is the moment the building

Empties

And regains its integrity

Is the scene from the third flor

Window

View uninterrupted…..

A sky boundless

Hosting an unhindered timeline

No tense is best

There is equal ambiguity

After the bloated day

Has belched

Its collective ego

deflated

I take solace travelling

Home

On a train…empty

Except for the day’s ghost…..

Thatcher Doran

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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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