Morning Commute Poem by Johann Radmer

Morning Commute



He finds flattende fields
With paused yields.
He sees tired troubled trees
Standing in leafy rubble.
He gestures at the greenish grass
"It seems to lack panache? "
He cuts through coughing cities
Curious about the crying.
He gets off the triumphantly tiring train
Yawning in the morning rain.

Sunday, January 14, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn,morning
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One of your students 25 January 2018

Lol hello Johann. dont mind me. im just looking for stuff on the internets

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One of your students 25 January 2018

Lol hello Johann. dont mind me

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