Passerby Poem by Susan Lacovara

Today, drops in,
Like a passenger just off the train,
Not exactly sure what to do in this town,
Eager to set foot on foreign ground
And seek out the atmosphere and energy.

The barometric pressure falls
Like a penny pitched
from the Empire State Building
and clouds dissipate
easing in, what I hope will be
an afternoon of bright

Quicken the gait,
that leads to the gate
To streets, where thoughts can stroll
The conductor calls out, 'All Aboard'
As the shuffle to the platform begins

I look for a signpost ahead
As my ticket, to 'Today',
(Destination....Unknown)
Is paid for, in full...
No refunds....