Something is approaching.
Clink! Clank! Clunk!
I attempt to stand where the doors open.
A rush of warm air overcomes me as I look for a seat.
Every time the doors open again I am closer to home.
Looking down at the city gives me an illusion of power.
'This is Halsted. This is an Orange Line train to Midway.'
A rush of cold air overcomes me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
marvellous....you have a very fresh charming way about putting imageries across...everyday topics treated lovngly.