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

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.