monday
8.00 AM
a loose chocolate egg rolls around the bus floor
at
the
mercy
of corners and morning feet
its
colourful wrapper no help to him now
out of the frying pan
little egg
and into the fire
there is
no discernible definition in the uniform sky today
tho
the
suns
grey ghostly glow
seems
to
fake
wisdom and poignancy at me
and
i
let
myself be pointlessly transfixed
playing
his
game
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