NEXT STOP

NEXT STOP

A Poem by Mockingbird

an airtight smile
loiters on her
empty face.

at first it transfixes
then perplexes
the beholder.

she sits amidst crowded pews
listening to closing doors
and bells of departures
compelled to run away
from an eventual past.

a phantom destiny
lies beyond this
foreclosed present.

armed with valuable nothings
she chooses a car to anywhere
as a random map unfolds
to unknown destinations.

ferries and trains
or the kindness of strangers
there's always some place else to go.

but there is solace
in the usual haunt
away from pursuers
away from the rain.

bed and breakfast
and little yellow pills
from the men in white coats
who know her so well.

she goes through the motions
she's been there before
til she gladly leaves
for the next destination.






© 2014 Mockingbird


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The random mystery of a stranger on the platform made even more mysterious by the ambiguity of where she is going and why. You've danced around the answer yet left us all guessing. Another win MB!

Posted 12 Years Ago


A haunting trip this took me to!

Posted 12 Years Ago



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