Suspects

by | Jan 31, 2013 | Poetry | 0 comments

As I sit on the train
I’m a little bit frightened
In case I am bombed
And I am suspicious
Of people around me,
Especially those
Who are carrying bags.
I don’t like the journey;
I’m pleased when it’s over.
Then as I get off
I wonder how many
Of those on the train,
Who I won’t see again,
Are suspicious of me?

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