Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Monochrome - An original poem

Monochrome

When you travel shiv,
you always choose the same airline,
the same route, the same section
of the plane, the same left side.

Even if you have a choice
you will always stay on the aislelines
making it easier to get out sooner
seldom interacting with the solemn stranger
-- on your right removed from you
by an empty seat between --

who always sits
on the window seat peering