Saturday, January 25, 2020

Auto-mated!

Close together, 
Shoulder to shoulder - 
Knees touching,
Yet bodies apart. 
Furtive glances -
Through the sun-shades, 
Yet insouciance absolute,
In gestures. 
The traveling duo- 
In the busy Commercial Street, 
Strangers, yet bound by time and space- 
Of that moment. 
Fumbling fingers, 
Changing sound-tracks.
Hoping no song, 
Impressions on each. 
And then suddenly, 
The auto breaks at its destination - 
Time to get down,
And get on with the world.