Rue Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Rue



The faces in the
Train:
Weary,
Nostalgic,
Flabbergasted nocturnes
With calloused hands
Holding morose tickets
Of departure -

Still stare at the
Ticket booths,
The desolate waiting
Islets
As they shrink in the distance.

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