weekend…

a faceless crowd of people
moving here and there
without voice in slow motion
as if lost or confused about their destination
and i stare through my window at passing cars
wondering when i will see
the one face that gives voice to my day

10 thoughts on “weekend…

  1. I love the line
    the one face that gives voice to my day

    there is always someone who makes it worthwhile

    smiles Charles

  2. I really like this poem. It reminds me of one I wrote some time ago about people moving to and fro with extreme importance but no sense of direction. Thanks for commenting, by the way.

  3. I am really liking all your North Africa poems, and this one has that ineffable, mysterious quality I strive for in my poetry. You are a great reader too. Love the recording.

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