Turning the page, one is
At ease, in a practical sense,
Preserving one’s distance on trains:
Reliving events as told,
If not as they really are,
In places we rarely go.
At ease, in a practical sense,
Preserving one’s distance on trains:
Reliving events as told,
If not as they really are,
In places we rarely go.
Words that don’t speak for us
But strangers everywhere;
Absorbed in our sanctuary
As the bus rumbles home:
Disaster and war,
The plight of stars,
Politicians whose power
Attracts,
While raising the tide of fear;
Each headline a litany
Of lives unshared,
Making awareness safe
For readers whose fate,
Despite all that's known,
Remains a mystery.
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