Poem 22

Caricatures with distorted features, exhausted and weak and trying to get home,
Cheeks to armpits, eyes down, no smiling, don’t make eye contact, stare at your phone.
But these are people, that kiss and weep and laugh dance at weekends,
Real people. Look again, allow yourself to see them.

Posted 01/12/2011

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