Written articles left
behind
Descending the
lighted stairs
Into the loading
area I go
Standing by the
pavement I wait
Cold glass of steel
on my back
Fields of rice I see
in the distance
Light of day fades
on the hill
Shuttle chugs around
the bend
Board the bus my
feet propel
See of faces on
their seats
Squeezed myself to
fit
Opening my room
I lay down to sleep
Sliver of lights
flicker by
Cars race down the
h-way
Twist & turn I go
Elusive sleep so far
Shadows lengthen
& fade
Mind churning,
unending
Moment pass by
Morning kiss the
panes
Tired eyes open,
blink
Day begins turning
