Office windows; squares of unflinching
yellow lit geometry.
From the train I watch them slide
their flickered familiarity to darkness
and watch the dizzying feet of countless
commuters dust the ruler line platform
with the news-papered security
of repeated journeys.
and inside minds lurch to life
with the jolt and halt of stations
hoping for a few hours of chosen chaos
to decorate
those hard worked hours.
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