Commuter Trance Poem by Marc O'Maolain

Commuter Trance



Passing by to hearth and home

Alone in cars they hurry

Miss the brilliant blaze of sun

Unseeing commuters scurry


They pass me by without a glance

I sit here free from worry

Gripping, steering in a trance

Like mice to holes they scurry

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