Silver Line

Joseph Fales

 

Heath Street is where I wait.

Attention Pedestrians is so loud my ears start ringing again.

I can’t remember the time and I forgot the date when everything seemed wrong

It felt no longer like love but hate.

It was a little cold or maybe it was warm.

It seemed dark but it could have been bright, seemed a little to the left but it could have been right.

Pulled the yellow tape it gets tense and tight.

Stop Requested flashes bright.

 

Please Exit at the Back of the Bus, the words shook me like a tremor to Earth’s crust.

Air compresses, releases, and the seclusion to the bus ceases.

I was grasping for something but I feel it releasing, till I get back on and get back to thinking.

 

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