Travel plans

 

 

The train on platform three
is quarantined

Passengers are dying
in their seats

The station manager forgot the codes
and lost the keys

 

Cabs are deserted in the parking lot

Bus drivers
are awaiting schedules
theyíll never receive

 

Night is falling, fast

Children
with sad eyes
are longing for their dads to take them home

 

 

Maybe you can

 

We canít survive for long
on hope alone

 

 

November 16, 2008

 

 

 

For Barack Obama.