Bus stop

Black winter coat, snowfall
In the morn.
Rough fabric, covering
Throat and neck.
A man standing watch
In anticipation of the dawn.
Vigilant eyes wander
Eyes that know the darkness.
Silence is sovereign.
Winter morning silver
Discarded diamonds on the ground.
Street lights alight
Explosions of artificial gold.
The city stirs
People crowed together.
Anonymity seems to be
The loyal subject of silence.
A mass of metal with roaring engine
Slow down to a halt.
The wait is over.

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About Fredrik Kayser

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4 Responses to Bus stop

  1. Fredrik Kayser says:

    Thank you, Ela! :)

  2. Absolutely beautiful!!!
    You should write poems more often, Fredrik, really, you are a very good poet. :D

  3. yourothermotherhere says:

    I can totally relate.

  4. Writing Jobs says:

    Excellent writing today. Thank you so much for sharing it. I
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