A work in progress…

On the train,
everyone staring off in their own Direction,
each thinKing of their own private DestiNation,
aLL Dreaming of a VaKation,
avoiding eye ConTact to avoid ConflicT,
like pacK animals fearing the ALpha.
We’re ants marching down to ManHattan.

by Kenneth Burgin

1/7/2011

written on the subway this morning